By Steellock

Matt headed to the store with a mixed feeling of excitement, expectation and trepidation the next Saturday morning. As he left the previous week, Jess had pulled him to one side and whispered that Jim was planning to take him to a new level with his training and that if it went well Jess had a surprise for Matt too.

As he jogged down towards the harbor, his boots thumping a nice even rhythm, he remembered the rest of that extraordinary day. He had drifted off to sleep, exhausted after cuming at least four times in Jim’s steel bondage frame with its incredible ‘attachments.’

As he walked into the store he saw Jim standing and waiting; dressed in his leather jeans and shirt with a grin on his face. Matt walked over and saluted. It just seemed right. He spent the week saluting men who had much less natural command than Jim!

‘Get out the back and strip; boots and shorts.’ was the greeting. He jogged through past a grinning Jess. Jess had made a special effort today. He was wearing his usual padlocked shorts and a red trimmed upper body harness but with a new pair of red boots with white laces showing off his thighs and calfs. Matt noticed a pair of steel rings in his nipples framed by the harness; they drew his attention to Jess’s body – the guy really was fit. Wide shoulders, his pecs shown off by the rings in his tits, a strong curving chest narrowing to his waist circled by the locked belt of the shorts.

Matt felt his cock awakening as he went through into the back rooms. He went into the cell that he had begun to think of as his room and shed his cargo pants and T-shirt. The thick leather shorts with their straps and pouch were waiting for him. Realising what the shorts meant, he nipped down the corridor and had a pee – pushing as hard as he could to get as much out as possible! He did not know when he might get the chance again…

He pulled on the thick leather shorts that had become his regular kit in the store, pulling his now hard cock and balls though the hole into the front pouch and tugging up the zips. Feeding the belt through the loops on the zips, he pushed the holes onto the pillar and slipped through the padlock that was ready. As he clicked it on he wondered who held the keys this time!

He went back into the main room with its leather bench. There were a series of things lying waiting for him, including a flat steel bar with four steel loops, two at each end and two near the middle. Obviously a set of stocks. Matt had seen them on racks in the shop. It was a muzzle, made of black padded leather and a complicated network of straps and a heavy pair of leather gloves. Jim came in and said, ‘You are early, the main party starts in a few hours so we can use the time to stretch you a bit.’ He picked up the muzzle and strapped it on; the mouthpiece covered Matt’s mouth with a soft padded grip and the straps buckled on round his neck and over his head. More padlocks clicked and he realized that it was locked on tight.

‘Climb onto the bench and sit down. Pull the gloves on,’ he was firmly told. When he was ready Jim pulled out a hex key and undid the bar, opening both ends wide. He pushed Matt’s boots apart and set then into the rings of the outer loops, the grasped Matt’s arms and pulled him forwards pushing his wrists down into the inner rings. Then hinged closed the bar, left side first then the right. Where they overlapped he inserted his key and screwed them together.

‘That’s it, see you later and have fun!’ said Jim and walked out.

Matt wriggled, pulling at the rigid bar and finding that he could hardly move. This was easy, restrictive but much easier than the hogtie that had greeted him on his first day. Jess came in and stood, looking at the vision on the bench. Wide shoulders and thick arms funneling down together and held close by the shiny steel rigid between the black boots. Marine haircut framed by the straps of the muzzle. His hand went to his crotch and he massaged the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts.

‘Jim’s orders,’ he said ‘Not allowed to let you out till he says. And he just went out for a bit.’

Jess grinned – ‘you might be there for some time. My advice – keep wriggling and moving. Get your back straight and grit your teeth!’

Matt was taken aback by this, perhaps it was going to be more difficult than he thought.

He wriggled and pushed till he was as upright as possible.

Time passed.

His arms started to ache from being stretched. The action of sitting up had pulled on his gloved hands. He realized why the gloves were there as the edge of the steel rings was starting to bite into the base of his thumbs. He leant forwards, bending his back to take the pressure off his hands.

Time passed.

He had to sit straight again. His back was complaining of being bent, the muscles below his ribcage were stretched. He shuffled his boots backwards again, getting upright and stretching his back, twisting as far as he could to ease the small muscles. This cycle continued but slowly speeded up as he found he had to move more frequently. He wondered where Jim had got too!

Then he got his first cramp. This was in his groin. Tired of being pushed outwards, the muscles at the top of his legs suddenly spasmed and clamped tight. Matt howled into his muzzle and tried to ease them. Jess, attracted by the muffled noise, came through and frowned. ‘You should not be in trouble yet, long time to go before Jim’s back.’ He said and Matt shivered. What had Jim said before, focus on the pain, let it run through you into your mind. He had not really listened and it had not made sense. Now he knew, Jim had left him to really find out what he had meant.

Then his right foot cramped too, his toes trying to curl up inside his boot, the arch tightening and going rigid and he howled again. Jess watched and rubbed his crotch.

Matt was now in constant movement, twisting and pulling trying to keep each muscle group from spasming and locking. Trying to take the pressure off his back and then his arms and then his legs.

He was crying.

It was the first time in years. He could not remember the last time! Tears dripped from his nose. He felt bereft. Up to now he had been watched over by Jess; the guy had always been there, taking off the titclamps, easing out a gag, and particularly taking the butterfly gag out as Matt had approached suffocation in the sleepsack.

His mind must have been running at a new level as he struggled. He was back there in the sleepsack a few weeks ago as he heard the voice in his ear – the guy who had talked of seeing Matt in the showers and then pumped the inflatable gag tight. He knew who it was! Wayne!

Then Jess was back behind him, he felt the hands starting their slow and sensual massage on Matt’s shoulders and neck. ‘Cant let you out,’ he heard. ‘Jim was very clear; told me he would string me up and thrash the shit out of me if I did.’

Matt wriggled again and a sob escaped through the muzzle. He was cramping again…

Suddenly the pressure went off his wrists and he opened his eyes. Jim was back opening the bar. Jess was behind him holding him up so he did not fall backwards off the table. They lowered him down and he slowly stretched out whimpering into the muzzle.

‘Now you learn how effective simple things can be. Now you have a choice. Ten minutes to stretch and then I lock you back in. Or you give this up and walk away, it’s your decision. How strong are you, you man enough to go all the way to the challenge?’ He left.

Matt closed his eyes, rolled off the bench onto his booted feet and started to stretch. He twisted and turned, touched his toes, arched his back, pulled each knee up to his chest, lifted his head and pushed his chin up to stretch his neck and rolled it round.

Ten minutes later he was ready. More than a little frightened, he climbed back onto the table and was ready when Jim came back in. Jim grinned. ‘Good lad, only be an hour as the doors open then.’ He locked the bar and left again.

An hour — fuck — what had he done thought Matt. He was right and within half the time he was twisting and turning again as the cramps set in.

Jess let him out this time. Easing open the stocks he hugged Matt and said, ‘Over now; the rest of the day will be very different with the guys getting some fun.’ He pulled out a ring of keys and released the muzzle, Matt was hardly listening. He gripped the mug of tea that he had been given and relaxed. He felt good, lightheaded.

‘We open in ten minutes,’ said Jess, ‘got to get the display finished so you need to get out front. Don’t worry you can get some rest for a bit out there.’

This worried Matt, he had never yet found the situations in the shop relaxing! Challenging, fun, fucking painful yes to all of these but rarely relaxing!

Jess came in with the thick leather Sci Fi hood that was now so well known to Matt. Though he did not know it the weekend crowd were also getting to know it too; the guy in the hood was their name for the new, fit and so sexy demo model that Jim had found. He pulled it on, wriggling his head to get it set right then bent forward so Jess could lace it tight and do up the straps. The padlock clicked on the neck strap. ‘Shorts off now,’ he said and unlocked the waist of the shorts. Matt was surprised; he was now used to being out in the shop nude, or near nude but it was a bit unusual.

He followed Jess through into the high warehouse space and was led over to a bench. Matt recognized it immediately, this was where the guy had been strapped when he came that first time; strapped tight and used for testing the paddles and whips. He turned and looked at Jess who was grinning. ‘Yes, told you that you would be resting,’ he said. Matt shook his head and climbed onto the frame. Jim was watching from the back of the shop. This kid was strong. After a morning from hell he was just climbing onto the whipping frame. He saw Jess buckle tight the straps round Matt’s boots and thighs. Then pull the thick padded waist strap that was also a kidney protector over and cinch that tight too. The strap over the back of the head holding Matt’s face tight into the padded ring at the end of the frame was next, followed by straps round his forearms and wrists.

By the end Matt could not move. He pulled and tried but found he was held tight.

He got a straightforward kind of comfort from the physical process of getting the restraints put on him. There was a palpable feeling of security this gave him, Jess tightening each one, making sure they were correctly fastened, giving no pinch points that would detract from their intended purpose. This had been the routine every time so far. Once fastened in place he tested each limb to see if there was any slight movement, there was none. A quick slap on the back from Jess and he knew he was done.

As he lay there his mind wandered into the darkness, which was all he could see. He sensed his every breath. The restraints slowly seemed to become heavier, adding to the weight of his limbs. He became alive to his body, almost feeling the skin on his back, that frisson you get when you think someone is staring at you and making the hairs on your neck rise. Something was different. He struggled to figure out what it was, searching the darkness for a glimmer of light. Then it struck him. He was alone. Not alone in the shop which was filling with people but alone with no one to call on if he needed them. Up to now he’d always been given a sign, “cross your fingers,” “wiggle your toes,” it was his safety blanket that Jim had spread out for him. This time there was nothing. He’d been tied and was on his own to take whatever came his way.

The blood pounded in his ears. He veered between knowing deep down that Jim would ensure his safety and wildly questioning how Jess could know without any signal. It was the challenge he’d accepted, and was not going to let himself or anyone else down.

Then he felt the first punch across his shoulder blades, the warm afterglow spreading to the limits the tails of the flogger had struck. It was the surprise rather more than the pain that made him breathless. So, it had started. He concentrated on his body, willing it to obey his intention to conquer the pain.

He felt each stroke of the flogger as the tails wrapped themselves around his sides or spread over his shoulders, the heat from each blow sunk deep into his flesh. Whoever had it in their hand was sure getting their monies worth. Biting on the gag he tried to emulate his experience in the stocks, staring into the void that was his universe at this point.

Periods of nothing, perhaps a hand sliding down his spine to find his hole, fingering the back of his balls, pulling on his cock, then nothing again. He’d have jumped at the groping if he’d been able to move, as it was he simply caught his breath and involuntarily clenched his ass cheeks.

This went on at irregular intervals. He imagined all the stock that Jim had arranged for the guys to use for this demonstration. He felt the light tingle of a crop padding his sides, getting harder then softer, the fleshy slap of a wide rubber paddle and the harder noise the wooden one made. He winced inside the hood and bit down trying to rise above the pain he was beginning to feel. This wasn’t as bad as he thought. Another thud and he involuntarily arched his back under the heavy leather waist strap, as the heat ran down his shoulders, the tails of the flogger biting as they curled over and into them. Again, in exactly the same place. Matt drew in a deep breath and pressed his head into the moulded rubber. He felt the tension in his muscles rise as they prepared for a third. It didn’t come. He relaxed. Wrong idea. The flogger struck straight across his back again pushing the air from his lungs. He whimpered, felt the drool around the edges of the gag as the burn slowly subsided.

Then he heard a whispered voice in his ear, ‘You ready for the real thing?’ Matt shivered as he recognized the voice – it was Wayne! He felt the sting before the viscous red-hot pain sunk into his rounded butt cheeks. It happened so quickly that they melded into one sensation less than a millisecond after. He automatically tried to open his mouth and scream, forcing his jaw against the leather that held it clamped shut. All that materialised was a low muffled howl that was caught by the gag before it could escape his lips. Focusing on the pain, he breathed into it as if it was some animate object he could see in front of him, steeling his leg muscles, expecting the next cut. His breath sped up, inhaling deeply he chewed onto the gag. The second strike of the cane drove into him, stabbing pain into his flesh before subsiding into revolving circles of red light behind Matt’s screwed up eyes. The next two punishing strokes exploded through his body, he felt them in his back. The pain raced up his spine into his head. He’d never felt this vulnerable before. Forcing his mind to control the sensations that were over powering him he clenched his fists and bit down harder on the tough rubber between his teeth. He would not give in. He would not surrender. He’d forgotten that he was in no position to do either. As the cane continued to make angry red welts across his thighs, one every four or five seconds now, Matt felt himself pushing against the throbbing agony that was his lower body. Being stretched across the bench pulled his muscles tight, they magnified the savageness, which was now being delivered with each blow.

Then it stopped. His felt his body sink into the leather of the bench. His breathing slowed. The sweat inside his hood felt cooler.

Jess pushed through the front row of guys who were standing on the other side of the bench from Wayne, rubbing their cocks through their leathers. He reached over the bench and roughly pushed the tall muscular boy away. ‘No,’ he whispered harshly into his ear and grabbing the cane. ‘This is not a punishment. You have to learn to use a sub appropriately. All you’ll do is cause injury that way. Any idiot can thrash a guy who’s restrained until he bleeds. There’s an art to erotic flogging, and you haven’t got it.’ Wayne simply narrowed his eyes and, under his breath, voiced a quiet “fuck off” as he pulled sharply away.

Jess turned and placed his hand on Matt’s back. Lowering his head, he quietly told Matt that he could rest for a bit but it wouldn’t be for long. ‘Jim is going to start on you soon and there’s no turning back. Once you laid down here you accepted that. Doesn’t matter what you feel now, nothing is going to change. You’re in for the ride of your life.’

The space inside Matt’s head was comforting, warm and dark. He could feel his exposed body as if it were a raw nerve, exposed and defenseless, but in his head he was in a different place. Time had no real meaning for him now. He relaxed as far as he could, controlling his breathing, becoming more aware of the straps pressing him into the warmth of the leather under his body.

How long this went on for he wasn’t sure but he was suddenly conscious of a hand, or rather fingers, playing slowly round the nape of his neck and tracing lines down to and into his ass crack. This was followed by another feeling he couldn’t quite work out until the leather fingers of the flogger Jim was dragging along his back swished gently against his hanging balls. ‘Oh God no, he’s not going to let them flog my balls is he?’ was Matt’s only thought. He went rigid in his restraints.

The flogger played softly on his ass and into the crack, following the natural curve of his body to meet both his cock and balls, leaving them swaying to and fro. It then returned to his upper back. Jim swung the flogger in his hand and landed it squarely on Matt’s shoulders, enough to make that “flesh meets leather” sound but not enough to cause more than a mild warm glow. He repeated this six times on each shoulder, rubbing his hands over the reddened skin after each set. He moved down and, also in sets of six, flogged Matt equally on either side of his torso and ass cheeks. Moving swiftly back to the shoulders, Jim repeated, harder this time. Outside Matt’s skin was showing signs of the impacts; in his head he was now counting each blow as it fell. He was comforted and relieved at this pattern. Jim continued. Each set harder then dropping back to a gently leather caress. This was easy.

The pitch black that was Matt’s world suddenly exploded into a violent coloured landscape as Jim released all the power his arm could manage. The flogger bit heavily into Matt, bruises immediately becoming visible as the ends of each flail sunk into his sides. He gasped, choked into the gag and tried to yell out at the same time. Nothing more than exhaled breath was heard by the excited group who had once again closed up onto the scene so as not to miss a single stroke. Jim continued to administer six heavy punishing blows in each of the places where Matt had experienced a warm erotic feeling a few minutes earlier. The group moved back a few paces as the whiptails were flying back nearly as far as they flew forward such was Jim’s enthusiasm. Matt’s mind was instructing his body to brace itself, he mentally screamed orders to it as if he were in charge of recruits in battle, willing them to get to the next point of safety but knowing that there would be another open space to cross after that and another after that.

Jim now varied his approach, choosing to alter the number of blows and where they landed. There was no more calculating that Matt could do, he seemed to be flying head first through a firestorm. He could no longer feel each blow as it landed; his back and ass became one roaring pain as the flogger gave no quarter. ‘Get above it,’ he remembered what Jess had said earlier, how the hell do you…’ He pushed and pushed his mind into the blackness. He imagined he was soaring above the flames that ravaged his back. The bright circles continued to fill his vision. He watched them, he followed them with his eyes, and he concentrated on them, finding patterns in them. He became less aware of the pain and more aware of the tunnel he was speeding towards.

Thinking about it afterwards, he couldn’t remember when the flogging finished. It was if someone had woken him from a dream by slowly rubbing his back and massaging his muscles so that he let himself drift through the layers of consciousness until he was back on the bench.

He felt the wet warmth of Jess’s mouth circle his cock as the lips closed over him. Matt’s cock was pulsing as the blood rushed and engorged his hard on. The lips tightened their grip and pushed down on him, pulling the skin back over the head and filling Matt with the most glorious feeling of desire. He wanted to pump away, to fill this mouth with his cum but resigned himself to laying still, made immobile by the still tight leather strap. The feelings Jess’s tongue produced poured into Matt, through his thighs, round his balls and up his spine. His eyes were closed, not that they could see anything anyway, but he closed them tightly and simply fell into the rhythm Jess had now got into. He slowly pulled back, searched for the piss slit, tickled it then thrust his tongue forward whilst at the same time widening his mouth and taking the whole length of Matt’s not insubstantial flesh. Matt felt the back of Jess’s throat with his cock head then the same pulling, sucking as Jess once again withdrew to just catching the bell end between his lips. It was becoming too much for Matt. That feeling he knew only too well started to well up in the pit of his stomach, the automatic point of no return was close. His breathing increased and he moaned quietly in the darkness as the pleasure he felt inside him grew in time with Jess’s thrusts. Then he came. He convulsed, stretching the strap and causing his leather restraints to squeal slightly with the twisting he put them through. Matt had to rely on Jess to keep sucking the cum out of him, which he did, to empty his tank and siphon off what he had left inside. He fell still and silent.

As Matt’s breathing returned to normal, he began to pull against the straps, keen to get up and walk around. His head swam and his body felt totally drained, a complete lack of energy. However he felt Jess holding his ‘tackle’ again. He felt something tighten around the root of his cock and balls, something was slipped over his still hard member and held it, pulling it back. His balls were pulled through to each side of a center strap and slightly squeezed. What the hell was happening? Then it came to him; Jess was putting a chastity lock onto him! He shouted and twisted but could move no more than he had when Jim had been flogging him! He could only lie there as Jess locked his manhood away! Jess laughed and hugged him.

Then as Jess worked his way round undoing the straps Jim came back over. He grabbed Matt by the back of his neck and pushed him towards a low steel cage at the back of the store. Matt had seen it before but it had never been used as far as he could remember. Jim swung the door wide and pointed. ‘In, now,’ he barked. Matt saluted again and crawled in. The door clanged too behind him and Jim clicked the padlock. That was a sound Matt was getting used to this weekend! He began to explore his surroundings. It did not take long. The cage was too low for him to sit upright, too short for him to lie out flat and only just wide enough for his shoulders. Matt wriggled and twisted until he was resting against the bars and put his head back. The day looked like it was over! Trouble is he was now sitting on his very painful butt…

Thank FUCK for that!

 

Steellock and Slavebladeboi 2016

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Steellock (formerly known as Sailing Master), for this story. You can read much more gay bondage fiction by this guy by visiting his very own story page, available here.