By Steellock

Matt was curled up. His boots were tight against one set of bars. His back was hard against another. His head was pressed against two bars on a third side.

But he was resting.

His butt was sore and he rubbed it; in fact it ached like never before. A throbbing warmth from the paddling and flogging but several real lines across his cheeks and thighs that ached from where Wayne had wielded a cane with the full strength of his arm. That had fucking hurt. Matt was never going to forget or forgive that one. So that’s why Wayne had been baiting him these last few weeks, asking him if he had a girlfriend that he kept going off to at the weekends. He would have to think that one through; how to get his own back without the feud becoming public knowledge at the barracks.

He felt his butt again, and the ridges of bruising were clear. He ran his hand up and round his shoulder too, and there the results of Jim’s attention was clear. Then his hand went up again and he felt the thick firm leather of the hood that covered his head with its buckles down both sides and the thick rigid strap round his neck with its padlock. It suddenly occurred to him that whilst he felt like he was in a closed and dark world of his own, he was locked in a steel cage in public with a crowd of horny guys probably watching him now. He had never been self-conscious in the store before, and it was a fairly weird feeling, the eyes on him that he could not see.

Unconsciously he sucked in his stomach and tightened up his muscles. Then his hand shot down to feel the cage that had been slipped over his cock at the end of the session on the bench. The first thing he felt was a cold steel padlock, then he explored and found a tight, wide silicon band around the root of his tackle and a smooth silicon tube with a closed end over his cock. A band ran down from this between his balls and back to the original band, it was holding his balls apart, tight in the sac.

Then he felt a firm grip on his wandering hand and it was yanked upwards. There was a cold feeling round his wrist that tightened. His other wrist was pulled up too, making him roll over and onto his back. It was pulled through the top of the cage and the cold feeling was repeated. Matt tried to pull them back down and realized that he was now restrained by the wrists with his hands up. He wriggled more upright to take the strain off his wrists, though this meant he had to sit on his sore butt. He felt hands touching his body, rubbing his bruises and then tweaking his nipples.

They did not stop. Lots of people were handling him, feeling his muscles and running their hands over him. One hand gripped his balls, rolling them around with just enough pressure for it to feel both uncomfortable and sensationally arousing. Automatically Matt pulled his legs together and then felt hands grip his boots, pulling them outwards, and restraints tightened onto his ankles too as they were strapped to the corners of the cage. The hand moved to his cock and Matt felt it pulling on the lock that Jess had slipped over his pride and joy. It went back to his balls and began to work them again, gently and rhythmically at first then pressing more firmly. The pressure built until Matt was starting to wriggle and moan into his hood. Then it stopped.

One hand was moving over his pecs, feeling the muscles and occasionally tweaking his nipple. It moved down and rubbed over his six-pack. Sliding down one side and up the other. Matt realized that several guys were feeling his body as another hand ran up his back and massaged his shoulders. The feeling of self-consciousness came back more strongly and he felt like a stud horse at an auction…

It was not a bad guess. At that moment Jess was hanging a sign onto the end of the cage.

 

NEXT WEEKEND – OUR FAMOUS ANNUAL CHARITY FUNDRAISER

THIS YEAR FEATURING THE MARINES

MARINE ON THE BUTT BENCH & THE MARINE PUNCH BAG –

$10 FOR 2 MINUTES; $20 FOR 5 MINUTES

HOW MUCH CAN WE HANG FROM HIS BALLS?

$10 PER POUND

PUT THE TITCLAMPS ON – $5

TAKE THEM OFF $10!

BOTH – $12

SPIN THE ROULETTE WHEEL – $5

SATURDAY 2PM TO LATE!!

 

A small crowd of guys gathered around the sign, and Jess was beset with questions – ‘What’s the Roulette wheel?’ they wanted to know. He grinned, ‘Come next week and see!’ he said and walked back behind the counter.

The guys moved back to the cage and took advantage of the chance to feel the sore muscles of the sexy guy chained up in the cage before them.

Matt slowly got used to the feeling of being handled. He started to find it arousing and this was becoming obvious as he started to get hard, only he couldn’t! The cock cage held his member tightly and he could not get hard – it was frustrating as some of the hands were really getting him exited! Then the pleasure got halted as a biting pain went through his tits – someone had clipped on a pair of clamps. ‘Fuck’ he said into his hood and grumbled to himself – ‘why can’t I get some time off?’ He felt a hard hand slap the side of his hood. ‘Because you’re learning!’ he heard…

After a while they were released and his sore tits got a vigorous massage that brought tears to his eyes. His arms were starting to ache too. He was getting bored. What the fuck was he doing here?

A couple of hours later and his arms were more than aching, they were giving him cramps in his upper arms, where his triceps went into his shoulder was tight and spasming. He was wriggling constantly and mewing into the hood, swearing at Jim and at Jess. And at life in general!

He was yanked out of his misery when suddenly the pressure went off and his arms came down. The blood started to flow and he was able to massage them. The job was taken over by a pair of experienced hands, and Mat knew that this was Jess looking after him and getting him right. Then he felt the zip go over on the front of the hood and a straw was poked into his mouth. He had been getting thirsty and sucked hard, pulling the liquid into his mouth. It was a protein shake. Bugger he thought that means the hood is not coming off! He was right. The shake was followed by a bottle of water. When the hand came to take the bottle away he grabbed it and pointed it at his cock – he was desperate for a pee! He faintly heard a laugh. A shallow plastic bowl was put into his hands. What the fuck was he to do with this! Then he thought it through. His cock was locked so he could not point it into a bottle. He had so semi squat over the shallow bowl, hunched up in the cage and not able to stretch. It was weird, the pee came out and filed the end of the silicon and then poured out into the bowl. It came, and kept coming. Damn he needed that! The bowl was taken away. A hand patted his head and then nothing. He curled up, trying to get as comfortable as possible and went to sleep.

Jess stood back and looked at the picture. The chunky marine with his head locked into the thick black hood. Boots locked to the side of the cage. He dropped his leather shorts as if to take out his own cock and ran his hand up and down it, but all he could do was feel the silicone cover that locked him away too, the end was dripping wet and got even wetter as he stood there quietly watching Matt settle and astonishingly sleep. Jess was always amazed these days how easily the marine could sleep. He seemed to be able to do it anywhere. In the cell downstairs, in the sleepsack, anywhere! He was falling in love with this tough young guy.

Matt was catapulted into wakefulness as a metal bar was run down the side of the cage. He was disoriented for a few seconds. The dark of his hood he was used to, but he could not move his feet and he was stiff. He was still curled up, his legs were now sore and he then had to bite back a shout as he cramped. His right calf muscle tightened and went into a spasm. He sat up and reached through the bars at the end of the cage and pulled the toe of his boot back to stretch the muscle and ease the cramp. Normally he would push hard against the ball of his foot but there was nothing to push against! Then his left leg cramped too and he was trying to pull both boots back at the same time. He could just hear Jim laughing at him and shouted ‘Fuck you Jim’ out at him through his hood.

He heard Jim shout back ‘Well for that you stay there today!’

Matt wrenched at his boots to get the spasms to stop and swore under his breath. He was due to head off mid afternoon to get back on time. What time was it now? He had no idea at all.

Then his wrists were pulled behind him and he felt a padlock click. Now he was leaning on his arms with the cold bars biting into his forearms. He was hunched forward and his neck was aching.

Nothing else happened for a long time. He had to keep wriggling to keep the blood flowing. His feet and legs kept spasming in his tight black boots, and now he could not pull them back to release the cramp. He growled and muttered and eventually began to feel the tears of pain and frustration dripping down under the hood.

This weekend was not turning out to be much fun! His butt was on fire. Every time he moved the bruises and blisters pulled from the rubber mat he was sitting on and stuck. He mewed with pain each time.

Jess was watching all day. He wanted to cum as he saw the tough guy fighting with the bondage and pain. His heart was mixed – thumping with lust and fluttering with concern. Was this going to be too much? Would Matt come back!

Jim came over about 2 pm. Matt was now rolling around rhythmically moving his weight from one place to another; stretching one muscle against another. Moving his feet as much as possible continually to prevent the cramps and was actually in a better state.

‘He’s learning’ said Jim to Jess. Jess looked at him and said ‘you were never this hard on me!’ Jim thought about it and agreed; ‘this guy is really tough and driven. We’re going to have fun next weekend!’

‘If he comes back,’ Added Jess.

‘Oh he will!’ said Jim with a chuckle. ‘For one thing I’m keeping the key to the chastity cage here.’

He bent over and released the padlock on Matt’s wrist restraints. Then he unlocked his ankles and Jess shot in and pushed the guy’s legs back to help get the blood flowing. Matt sighed and his head went down as his body began to relax and then the tingling in his arms and legs got worse and he was growling again. He could feel the tender hands of Jess working his arms, legs and across his shoulders. This was the part he loved, feeling the tender care of his friend.

He crawled out of the cage, stretched and moved his body around and then stood up straight, pulling in his stomach and stretching his back. He felt a finger go through the steel ring on his collar and was led through into the back of the shop. As he went he felt hands patting him on the back and – very sensually – on his head and realized that the shop was open and guys were around. He was proud they had seen him walk tall.

Then he heard Jim say ‘Close your eyes’ and knew the hood was coming off. When he could see he turned and looked Jim in the eyes. ‘Thanks, am I on schedule? That was a hard lesson this weekend.’ Jim nodded ‘You’re doing fine.’ He grunted and walked back into the shop. Matt turned to Jess ‘Talkative bugger isn’t he?’ – Jess grinned and said ‘He never says much but he means every word. You have done so well this weekend. Get some rest if you can; next will be as challenging. Read the notice out front as you go…’

Matt was intrigued. He headed off to the shower to find Jess coming to. He was scrubbed and the sore bruised butt was gently washed and massaged with oils.

He slipped out into the shop and drifted over to the notice.

WHAT THE FUCK! Was this going to be him next weekend! Then he thought – he knew another Marine he would love to get strapped to the Butt whacking bench…

 

Steellock 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.