By lthr_jock

Jim woke up the next day in his new bed. He lay there, arms crossed behind his head and wondered how he had got into the situation he found himself in last night. He had no idea how long he had been suspended in the frame – but by the time he had been released, he was dripping with sweat, his muscles were cramping and his cock was desperate for release. He could vaguely remember hands touching his muscles, fondling his crotch, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what happened next or how he got home.

His muscles still ached from his bondage yesterday, so he levered himself out of bed and took a long, hot shower to try and get the kinks out. Sitting down to some breakfast, he crunched his way through a bowl of cereal while typing out his first days report for the Inspector. He discretely omitted details about the events in Inferno, instead mentioning that he had made contact with the club owner. Sending the email, he sat back to plan his day.

He decided to spend part of the day exploring the area, then a workout and maybe a run in the afternoon. Then back to Inferno in the evening. His planning was interrupted by the intercom. He padded over to the panel still clad only in a towel and punched the button.

“Yes?”

“Good morning, Mr Davies. There’s a package here for you, Sir. Shall I send it up?”

“Uh yes, sure. Thanks.”

Jim wasn’t expecting anything, but he assumed this was something else from the Inspector. He opened the door and waited for the lift to arrive. Inside was the doorman, and beside him was a large box, approximately 3ft square.

“Hello, Mr Davies. Late start today, Sir?” The doorman grinned and Jim belatedly remembered he was still only wearing a towel. He secured it tighter around his waist.

“Umm yes. Thanks…err…Mike?” He read the name on the security badge.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” Mike held out a clipboard with a delivery receipt for signature. Once Jim had signed, he helped carry the bulky box into the flat.

“Have a good day, Sir.” He winked and left.

Jim wondered what the wink was for and settled down to look at the box. The delivery note on top proudly displayed the name of the company the box was from – Dante. Jim had never heard of the company – presumably it was some cover company the police were using. Curiously, Jim opened the box and found inside several packages of what looked like leather and an envelope addressed to “J-Ben.” Quickly he opened the envelope and read the note inside:

“Ben, I hope you enjoyed yourself last night – it certainly looked like you were having a great time. I took the liberty of getting you something from Dante, which I think you’ll enjoy. I hope you’ll wear it tonight. Steve.”

Jim lifted the items out of the box, laid them out on the floor and stared at them. This certainly wasn’t what he had in mind when he accepted the job – but wearing this would improve his relationship with Steve. Jim just wondered how close he was going to have to get.

When Inferno opened that evening, Jim was waiting outside. Leaning against the wall opposite the door, he was wearing camouflage jacket and trousers as well as a highly glossed pair of army boots. On his head was a marine beret complete with badge. As the door opened, he stood up to attention. The doorman looked out and grinned.

“Hi there. Steve said he was expecting someone – come on inside.”

The man ushered Jim inside, taking the chance to run his hands over the globes of Jim’s arse as he escorted him past the cloakroom and straight into the club.

“I’ll tell him you’re here.”

Leaving Jim by the bar, he went back outside. Jim looked around curiously.

Apart from the barman who was going to and fro as he set up for the evening, he was alone in the club. As he wondered about trying to take a look around behind the scenes, Steve came in through the staff entrance. Like Jim, he was wearing camo gear, boots and a marine beret. Seeing Jim, he grinned and walked across.

“Good, my parcel arrived. And it seems I got your measurements right.”

“Yeah – thanks, Steve. Look this is very generous, but…”

“Hey think nothing of it.” Steve leaned in close and whispered, “I intend getting my money’s worth out of it.”

With that he headed off, leaving Jim alone in the bar with the barman. As on the night before, Jim found that all his drinks were paid for and over the next hour, the club slowly started to fill. As he started his third or fourth beer – he was already losing track – he sensed a familiar presence behind him.

He turned to see Steve grinning at him.

“Time to see the rest of the uniform, Ben.”

Jim put down his beer and with a momentary hesitation, pulled off the beret and put it on the bar beside him. He then unzipped the camo jacket and in a swift movement pulled it off. Underneath he was wearing a harness of thick, supple black leather. Straps over and under his shoulders met in thick chrome rings in the centre of his chest and between his shoulder blades. Another pair of chrome rings were centred over his navel and the small of his back, held in place by similar thick leather straps. A final strap disappeared under his trousers, where it ended in a thick chrome cock ring that he could feel heavy around the root of his cock. As well as the harness, Jim was wearing a thick leather collar, and wide straps around his wrists and biceps. The leather bit tightly into his muscles, accentuating them and drawing appreciative glances and comments from the men stood around him. Jim quickly became the centre of attention in the bar, and then he unzipped his camo trousers and pulled them off without removing his boots. His legs were covered with a complex leather harness that reached down from a thick leather waistband to the top of his boots. His cock was covered with a tight leather jockstrap that did little to hide the tumescent bulge beneath it. As he turned around, the bar got a clear view of his tight, muscled arse, naked except for a leather strap running from the body harness to connect to the base of the cock ring.

Jim stood there, embarrassed, but also clearly aroused. All he could hear were appreciative wolf whistles and comments from the bar patrons. A few hands started to rub at his muscles, but Steve waved them back. He walked close to Jim and taking out a handful of padlocks began locking collar, wristbands and both harnesses in place. Finally, he clipped a heavy chain leash to the front of Jim’s collar and with a jerk pulled him away from the bar. As he led Jim deeper into the club, Jim was groped and fondled by appreciative hands and he found himself growing more aroused by the minute. His thoughts seemed to be a blur – which he put down to the beers he had drunk. He was no longer focused on his mission, no longer worried about work. All he knew was that he was horny and enjoying himself. He hardly noticed as Steve stopped and attached chains to his wristbands.

Jim didn’t resist as the chains were pulled upwards and outwards, stretching his arms out to the side. Steve also locked restraints attached to chains around his ankles and soon he stood there spread-eagled in full view of the club. Steve then approached Jim with a thick red ball-gag. Jim opened his mouth without thinking and the gag was strapped tightly in place. Steve walked around the helpless Jim, stroking his muscles around the tight leather harness, and Jim could do nothing except shudder at each gentle touch. A flash alerted him to the fact that someone as taking photos and for a moment the haze in his mind cleared. He realised what a dangerous place this was for him to be and he yelled into the gag, trying to get Steve to release him. Steve undid the gag, then strapped it tighter in place with a malicious grin. He stood close behind Jim, and Jim could feel the bulge of Steve’s cock through his camo trousers against his arsehole.

“Well, boi, looks like you’re well and truly stuck now.”

With a sharp slap on Jim’s arse, he melted back into the crowd, who clustered around Jim’s form. Hands tickled, teased and kneaded his muscles. Occasionally, one would linger on his arse or cock and he could do nothing about it except bellow incoherently into the gag. Through all this abuse his cock remained hard in the leather jock and the size of it got him several appreciative comments. After what seemed like hours, he felt a firm pair of hands on his shoulders, they slowly moved down, stroking his back and sides, stopping at his arse, where they kneaded his tight muscular globes. While one hand held Jim steady, the other started to tickle his arse. The feeling made Jim jump and struggle desperately, while at the same time made him hornier than ever. The fingers tickled, then scratched and began to push at Jim’s arsehole. He tried to twist away but couldn’t, yelling into the gag as the finger pressed harder. Suddenly, it slid in and he felt the finger inside his arse. As he did, his cock exploded, spurting cum into the jockstrap and over the top of it. As he hung there, gasping in the chains, a hand holding a white pad of cotton was pushed in front of his face. He tried not to breathe in, but the sweet smell from the pad over-powered him and he soon sank into blackness.

 

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This story originally appeared on Eckie’s bondage website, and it is being re-posted here with the original author’s permission.

 

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This story is erotic gay fiction and is for mature audiences only. It may contain supernatural themes, sex scenes, violence, coarse language, drug use and other adult themes.

 

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