By Mortice Deadlock

I’m an average guy. I’m not very fit or particularly attractive.  So why was he interested in me?

He was great – mid-twenties, quite a fit body, pretty face, one of the cuter guys in the bar. So why did he take a second look at me?

Simple, he must be rent. He was chatting to me without mentioning any money, and I liked chatting to him, so I’d let him and see where it was going.

He told me about himself, and asked me about myself. He said that he had a Master a few years ago, and spoke fondly about the intense bondage situations his Master had put him into.

The night drew on, but he stayed chatting to me. He said nothing about payment, and I began to believe that he was actually genuine. He kept asking me about how much I was into Mastering guys, and even though we were the same height, he seemed to be always looking up at me.

He put his hand on my crotch, feeling my cock through my jeans, and said, “So do you want to go somewhere and get to know each other better?”

This was all too good, I wondered if it was some sort of trick. I wasn’t going to take him back to my place. I said, “Sorry, not tonight.”

Then a look of desperation came over his face, and he said, “Please! I’ll do whatever you want me to.” He pushed his fingers through the gaps between the buttons on my jeans fly, and started rubbing the head of my cock.

When I didn’t reply, he said, “Please Sir! You can get me into all sorts of bondage equipment once we get back to my place.” Then pushed open my fly as he knelt down on his knees in front of me.

I’d love this cute guy to suck me off, but not in the middle of a club. I pulled him up, and said, “Yes ok, I’ll come back to your place.”

He looked so relieved! “Thank you Sir, you won’t regret it,” he said.

I said, “I’m sure I won’t,” as I put my hand out to feel the big bulge in his jeans. But instead of the firm fleshy feel I expected, his groin was rock solid inside his jeans. “Are you wearing a cup?” I asked.

He sighed, and said, “Sort of – it’s a chastity belt. I’ll tell you all about it on the way home, Sir.”

And we left.

We carried on chatting as we walked along his street.

I said, “So it’s been 3 years since your Master left?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “I do miss him. I visit once a month, but it’s not the same as having him at home to chain me up at night.”

“You visit him? He can’t have gone far then?”

“Er, no, not so far. But I’m only allowed to visit once a month, and he does look forward to when we can meet again.”

Seems strange. I asked, “Do you know if he plans to come back?”

He looked embarrassed. “Yes he does. That is, if he gets parole.”

We got to his house. He unlocked his front door, and let me walk in first. “Welcome to a slave’s humble home, Sir,” he said.

He led me through to a room which I could only describe as a dungeon. A cage in one corner, a sawhorse in another, a wall of hooks for holding equipment on one wall, a wall of hooks for holding body parts on another.

He started to unbuckle my belt, and said, “So what would you like to do first, Sir?”

I said, “Well, boy, you were going to tell me why you don’t very often bring guys back here anymore.”

“Oh, well that’s because I can’t sleep with the same guy twice.”

“You mean you don’t like to?”

“No, I mean I can’t.” He sighed. “I guess you should hear all about it.”

Hear all about it – what, exactly, was he talking about? I was about to ask, when I saw him taking off his tee-shirt and his trousers.

Where his underwear should have been there was a shining steel chastity belt! It covered his entire groin and ass, and was tight around his waist. There were some odd looking squares on the front of the belt, but no keyhole.

I said, “Wow, very sexy underwear! How do you take it off?”

“Well … you’d better find out for yourself. Put both of your thumbs onto these squares.”

I put one thumb on each of the small squares near the waist of his belt, unsure of what might happen. A panel lit up in the middle of his groin, right over where his cock must be, and some words started to scroll up the panel. I read in amazement:

 

Welcome to the CyberCB 5000, the most advanced personal security product known to man. The 5000 model is designed to protect the wearer from self-stimulation in both groin and anal areas, as well as repeated over-stimulation from third parties.

Your thumb prints have been registered and you are now the current controller of the CyberCB.

Please listen to these instructions carefully. This device has been installed on the wearer to restrict their exposure to inappropriate stimulation. However they may not want their stimulation restricted, and so they may lie or cheat in order to trick you into doing something you didn’t intend to do.

You should not assume that anything they tell you about the device is true, and specifically you should not push buttons unless you know what will happen.

As you are the current controller of the CyberCB, you can use your thumb print to open either the anal shield or the groin shield, and then do whatever you and the CyberCB wearer want. However, either shield, once unlocked, will only remain open for one hour, and then relock. And once relocked, your thumb print will never open that shield again.

The wearer may be keen for you to open one of the shields protecting them, and you can use this to your advantage in whatever way you choose. There is no way the wearer can open a shield without you authorizing it with your thumb print, and you need not open it at all if you choose not to. It has been confirmed that the wearer will enjoy pleasing you in whatever way you choose, in order to encourage you to open one of the shields.

Press the left panel with your thumb to open the anal shield, or the right panel to open the groin shield.

Once you open a shield, it will stay open for exactly one hour. Neither you nor the wearer can keep it open for a longer or shorter time. A display will count down to the close time, and an alarm will sound one minute before and immediately before the shield closes. You must ensure no body parts are caught in the shield at this time, as it is not possible to stop it closing.

You can open either groin or anal shield at any time in the next 24 hours. You can open either shield first, or both at the same time if you want to. But once they have closed, you will not be able to open them ever again.

Thank you for choosing CyberCB security products, and we hope you will have an enjoyable time using the power that your thumb prints now give you over the wearer.

 

“Wow,” I said, “it’s really quite a serious chastity belt you have there!”

“Yes, it is, and I’ve had it on for about 3 years now! So if you could just push the panels, we can get on with it.”

I could see he was getting frustrated, being so close to getting me to open his chastity belt for him. And the more in need he was, the more willing to please me!

“Now, there’s no rush for anything, is there? Let’s see, weren’t you trying to suck me off in the club?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he was on his knees, had my jeans down, and was furiously pumping my cock into his mouth.

“Careful, now, if I cum too soon I might just get bored and go home.” He slowed down into a smooth and very erotic movement – he’d definitely had some expert training.

He continued for what must have been 10 minutes at least, varying his tongue and cheek technique, but never losing stamina, but I pulled him off, knowing I needed something more than a sucking off from him.

Soon I had him where he looked much more comfortable – bent double, face down over a bondage horse, his hands and feet strapped tight to the legs of the horse and his ass thrust into the air. Of course, that ass was secured in his high security device, for the moment.

I looked at it closer. His ass was covered with a fine mesh – I could only imagine that he must shower after every time he uses the toilet, as nothing larger than a needle could get in or out of there. Unless I chose otherwise.

“Do you like a good ass fucking, boy?” He nodded.

“Of course you do,” I said, “you’ve been trained well, and I’m looking forward to finding out how well.” I pushed my hands between his legs up to his waist, and pressed my thumb onto the left panel. An alarm sounded and the mesh panel slid open, exposing his ass hole. I could hear him sigh.

I rolled a condom onto my hard cock, squirted some lube on his inviting hole, and thrust my way in. He must have been using some butt clenching techniques or something, because as I pumped into him, the whole feeling was more erotic than when I’ve fucked other guys. I carried on for quite a while, and, whatever he was doing, he kept on doing it.

I pulled out, then got a large dildo and slid it into his ass. I went around to sit in front of his face, my hard cock dangling in front of him. I just sat there. Sometimes he tried to grab my cock with his teeth or his tongue, but he couldn’t quite reach.

He didn’t know what I wanted him to do, and I wasn’t going to tell him.

We heard an alarm, and I said to him, “Your ass panel is going to lock shut in one minute. After you’ve made me cum, I’m going to take the dildo out of your ass. If it’s not been locked in there by then.”

I’ve never seen a bound boy move so fast. In half a second he had strained his neck and somehow sucked my cock into his mouth. He sucked furiously, but still with the skillful use of technique, and it didn’t take long for me to shoot down his throat.

As I heard the second alarm, I reached out and plucked the dildo from his ass. The shield slid shut and locked, and he sighed again. In actual fact the dildo was too long to have been locked in by the shield, but he didn’t know that.

“I think I’m just ready to go to sleep now… so where would you like to sleep?”

Without hesitation he said, “Wherever you choose, Sir”

“That’s the right answer.”

Soon we were in his bedroom – me curled up in his bed, and him stretched out and cuffed in a cage under the bed.

He was probably very horny and looking forward to pleasing me in the morning – and I was looking forward to that too!

 

THE END

 

Metal would like to thank Mortice Deadlock for allowing this story to be shared here. To read even more stories, visit Mortice’s website.