You Are Now My Property – Part 24

The four men stripped and neatly folded their clothes. Roy was rock-hard again, and his cock was already dripping pre-cum in anticipation of this next phase of Eric’s training. The other men were in various states of semi-arousal, and provided quite an array of masculine sexuality.

Bob’s lean, tight body was nearly hairless, and he had a thin seven and a half inch cock. Roy had seen each of the men naked during the times they’d gang-banged each other’s slaves, and he always wondered if Bob’s fascination with stretching Jose’s foreskin had anything to do with the fact that the doctor was circumcised. He never bothered to ask, though. Each man had his own turn-ons, and each man had his own unique way of tormenting his slave. Roy was into whipping and brutal fucking; he loved using his monster cock as an implement of torture. Bob, of course, was into stretching limits (and body parts).

Ted was the oldest of the four, and the smallest physically, but he was in great shape. At 46 years old, and standing only 5’8, he still made quite an impressive appearance in the expensive suits he wore to court. The most classically-handsome of the four, he had jet-black hair and green eyes that could go from warm and trust-worthy to cold and merciless in an instant… in other words, a typical lawyer. Standing naked in Roy’s dining room, Ted still made quite an impressive appearance. Though not nearly as muscular as Roy, Ted had almost as little body-fat as the massive cop, and washboard abs that rivaled those of the boy being held captive in the basement. He had a sprinkling of chest-hair curling along his pecs, then a line of hair running down his abs to his pelvis. His cock was the shortest of the four, barely over 6 inches, but it was almost as thick as Roy’s, and despite being the oldest, he was always the first one to get hard again after an orgasm. He was also the last one hard at the end of their gang-bang sessions. Ted could come 5 or 6 times a night if he was really turned on, and his slave’s jaw often ached all night from sucking his master’s thick cock multiple times during an evening. Ted was a master of electrical torture and fist-fucking, and he became even more efficient at those activities once he had a doctor available to tell him just how much he could safely do. He couldn’t wait to introduce Eric to those new sensations.

Mike was 40, and had the natural beefy build of a person who’d worked hard in the construction business for 20 years. He was 6’1, and 210 pounds, with love handles and a bit of a beer gut. He wasn’t handsome, but was so masculine and rugged-looking that he oozed sexuality from his rough, calloused fingers to his worn leather work boots. He had Robert Redford’s coloring… Golden blond hair, and blue eyes, but thick, dark fur covering his chest and forearms. His cock was slightly more than average width, but 9 inches long, and he had huge, low-hanging balls that created an impressive bulge in the skin-tight jeans that he always wore. When he went out to bars, Mike always wore a leather vest with no shirt and a pair of jeans worn down to practically white at the crotch. A black hanky was always dangling from the left rear pocket of his jeans, announcing to anyone that looked at his big, beefy ass that he was a top into heavy S&M. He never had trouble picking up hot young men looking to be a slave to a real, masculine daddy-type, but he’d longed for a slave he could truly make his own. Mike’s slave had undergone the most profound change of them all, but we’ll talk about that later. Right now, the men were ready to head downstairs…

Bob had left Eric bound to the bed. Figuring the kid’s training session would last most of the night, and that nobody would want to stop at any point to let the kid piss, Bob had unwrapped the burlap, then catheterized Eric before he went upstairs, so that his bladder could be emptied at any time, anywhere in the basement. Roy had never done anything like this to the kid, so the catheterization was a whole new experience for Eric. He screamed at the top of his lungs as it invaded his piss-slit. Bob’s cock twitched in his pants as he forced the catheter all the way in, then taped it in place. He then pinched off the tube with an alligator clip on the tip of the boy’s tortured cock. The kid looked so hot, Bob wanted to rape his mouth right then and there. He’d have to wait, though… This was Roy’s slave, and he would be the one to take the boy’s oral cherry. Bob adjusted his stiff cock in his pants, and went to join Roy for their workout and dinner.

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Cage – Part 4

I raced in the front door and glanced at my watch. Shit I was gonna be late! I quickly changed out of my work clothes and grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw and pulled on a t-shirt, I had worn it running last night so it had a pretty musty smell, didn’t matter I wouldn’t be in it too long. I grabbed my keys but left my wallet and phone on the table, grabbing my bike helmet and jacket I raced out the door.

I pulled into the back entrance of the club with about 10 mins to spare, I jumped off my bike and pushed it inside, just inside Greg was waiting for me, he was dressed in his usual leather outfit, complete with peaked cap and baton. His black harness boots shone in the low light, which was nice, considering I had spent about half a hour polishing each of them before he had let me go home last night. He grabbed the front of my jacket and pulled me into a rough kiss, I had to admit, that this sort of made it worth it! He finally pulled away, ‘cutting it kinda close there Fred, come on, let’s get your ready for tonight.’ I followed him as he walked deep into the club, as we walked through the staff room I glanced up at a flatscreen showing a guy in a orange jumpsuit, hogtied on the floor of the cell. After my period in the cage had boosted ratings so much, there was no more simply wandering around in shackles, now each prisoner spent some serious time in bondage, or being assaulted by the three sexy guards, one of which I was following though the back areas of the club now. I had a happy little daydream of the night he had first came into my cage and fed his massive cock down my throat after my little stint being sodomized by a see-saw.  When I had finally earned my release from that damn cage I had been given a proposition, I would be locked in chastity and released and I would work at the club for free each Friday and Saturday night and then on Sunday the chastity devise would come off. Or I could stay locked in the cage until I agreed. I had to admit the man had a way with words.

We were in the dressing room when Greg handed me my catsuit, I had started leaving it here since it got so much use, I had been dressed only in a jockstrap and collar last night though, I had been the club’s boot black, heavy manacles around my ankles preventing me from leaving my area, instead of a boot stirrup I had a chair that was tilted at about 45 degrees, the manacles had been attached to either side of the chair the guys who boots I had to polish where sitting in preventing me from closing them and then the guy would sit in the chair and his boot would rest firmly on my crotch while I polished, since the chastity device I was wearing had a front shield cover the whole thing wasn’t TOO bad, however my balls where still aching at the end of the night, and then Greg had hopped in the chair and planted his booted foot on my crotch, the club had just closed, it was about  5 am and I was stuffed, however if I was truthful I would have to admit that the time spent polishing his knee-high harness boots was some of the best of the night, gently buffing each boot while he flexed his foot in it, pushing against my crotch. Then he had let his legs hang down and unzipped his fly and pulled my head forward and …

A lubed finger pushing its way up my ass broke me out of my happy daydream and I gasped and tried to relax my ass muscles as Greg greased me up and then slowly pushed a massive plug in me, I groaned a little as the widest part pushed its way into me. I always imagine popping noise when the plug’s widest part passes my sphincter and my ass clenches around the thin section before the base. He patted my ass once the plug was in and then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, ‘that’s a little something from me, will help get you ready for what will be coming your way after work tonight.’  I shivered a little, his low voice was like silk over gravel, and never failed to cause my stomach to flip, particularly when I knew my chastity device would come off tonight and I would be ordered to hop on the back of Greg’s bike and we would either spend the rest of the day at his place or my place, till he brought me back to the club to be refitted with the device and then I would hop on my bike and head home.  I have to admit, all the torment and frustration I went to was worth it, for the time I spent with that hot guy between when the club closed Sunday morning and when I was dropped back off Sunday night.

In no time at all I was in my catsuit and being led onto the club floor, once there I noticed three other dudes in rubber catsuits, I wondered if they were in contracts like me or if they were just other guys who had volunteered for this, the club had really started to attract large crowds for the ‘displays’ that went on, to the point where I was not enough to entertain everyone! Last night as bootblack I had seen another guy trapped to a chair on the stage, the seat of the chair had been like a padded toilet seat, and he had a large dildo in him from below, and his balls being pulled from above, he had to hold a chain to keep the two in balance, two high and his balls would get relief but his ass would get fed more of the giant dildo (and I mean giant, this thing looked like a traffic cone) if he pulled on the chain to much though, his ass would be slightly less ruined but his balls would be pulled nearly off!  It doesn’t sound to tricky but he had on rubber gloves and the chain was greased, and guys could pay to go up and pour more grease on the chain. Plus out of his sight the counter weights could suddenly be changed so he had to move the chain up and down to re-achieve the balance. I was very glad I had just been polishing boots resting on my crotch!

We all ended up in one corner of the club, it had been roped off and some new couches had been placed in a square, clearly this was going to be a bit of a V.I.P. area for the night, I wondered if we where gonna be kinky server boys for the evening? This was disputed as we got closer and I saw the piles of metal laying around the area, clearly we were going to be in bondage nearby, either as toys or as displays for whoever was going to be here.  The two other guards, Trent and Jason, were waiting near the couches, they motioned the other two rubber lads over to them, while Greg stepped in front of me and held out a large gag. I obediently opened my mouth and he strapped it in. he then ordered me to hold my arms out, he picked up two halves of a metal restraint, when together it looked like a 8 on its side. He undid the screw in the middle holding the two halves together and then inserted my wrists in it and tightened it up, my wrists where now restrained, wrists pointed in. He picked up a similar restraint except this one was a little stubbier and rounder, he pushed my arms together at the elbow and positioned the restraint on my forearm just after the elbow and fastened it, this was a tad uncomfy, try it at home, hold your wrists together and then press your elbows together, not exactly a relaxing position huh?  The same metal restraints were used on my ankles and just above my knees. Greg helped me sit on one of the nearby couches since maintaining my balance like that was trick as hell! While like this he put a metal collar on me, the inside of it was padded and he did it up quite tight, I would not have been able to twist the collar around if I had tried to. Once this was on he helped me off the couch on onto the floor in front of it, using a short pieces of chain he attached my ankle restraints to my thigh restraint, my thigh restraints to my forearm restrain, and my wrist restraint to my collar, so now my knees where bent and I was prevented from moving them around to much since they were attached to the restraints near my elbow. The whole thing was not amazingly comfy, but from the large bulge appearing in Greg’s pants I am guessing that the shiny steel looked really good against the black rubber of the suit. Thank goodness for the plug, it would make things a lot easier when he eventually got me home and then fed his monster cock up my pooper.

Greg pushed me onto my side and I felt him push something under my ass, when he pulled me back over I felt that I was sitting on a cushion of some sort, I doubted that it would have a happy little floral pattern on it somehow. He grabbed two pieces of metal, one end of each of them had an angled foot at the end of it, he attached these to either side of my thigh restraint, preventing me form rocking from side to side. Then moved behind me and lifted me up slightly, my back would have been at about a 45-degree angle to the floor, I had seen a bunch of poles with angled ends with padding on them, I am guessing he must have put them under me since when he let go I felt supported at different points along my back. Since I was off the floor like this I could see that the other rubber guys had also been restrained like this. We were all pretty close to each other and formed a Y shape. I watched as Jason and Trent strapped thick rubber band around their heads, and then around their knees and Greg did eh same to me. I was more than a little curious as to what the heck was going on by this stage.

Once these bands where in place all three of them disappeared, I wiggled a little, but I couldn’t move, my wrists where attached to my collar just below my chin, my thighs attached to my elbows and the poles either side prevented me moving my legs from side to side, the ankles had been attached to the thigh restraints with a pretty short chain so I couldn’t comfortably wiggle my ankles around too much. I tired to wiggle my upper body a little, but my own body weight pressing me against the supports under my back stopped me from being able to move much, I wasn’t at a high enough angle that I could swing myself up into a sitting position. Basically all I could do was lay like that, staring at the other two guys bound exactly the same way.

I was wondering what purpose this could possibly serve when the three guards re-appeared, carrying a massive round piece of glass, we all watched as the glass was positioned over the top of us and then lowered. I was stunned, the main weight of the glass was taken by my knees which had the padded band around them, the same type of band protected my head, there wasn’t to much weight on my head but the glass prevented me from moving it at all, so this was it, we where to be the table for the V.I.P section, I had to admit that from above the sight of three rubber guys bound with heavy metal restraints supporting a table would look damn good!

The night passed pretty quickly, I was by no means comfortable but at the same time I had been in a great more discomfort, the couches filled with guys who leered through the glass at us, and it was sort of weird staring up at drinks resting just above your head. My main way of passing the time was to think of Greg taking me home after this was all over, he would probably make me put my clothes back on over the catsuit, leaving the gag in, and then just wear my helmet over the top. I sat there as drinks clinked against the glass above me, daydreaming happy thoughts of zipping through the dark morning streets, my arms around Greg’s leather covered body, passing cars that had no idea I was gagged under my helmet.  So caught up was I in my happy little fantasy that I was shocked when the weight of the glass was suddenly lifted off us, I was able to move my head again and I looked around at the empty club, above me Greg grinned down at me, and I felt my cock twitch, going home time had never sounded so awesome!

 

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Cage

I had been chatting to a top guy online for a while, I had come across him on recon, and after we had chatted for a while he admitted to being the owner of the cam site Prison-X. It was an awesome website that had live web feeds of guys in a cell, one of those room sized cube cages, you know the ones you see in the movie with the lone prisoner, visible from every side, no privacy at all?

He told me he ran a leather club and the cage had been like a storage area for drinks and stuff in the basement and he had decided to set up the cam site as a bit of a on the side income.  He admitted though that while it was pretty easy to get new members, getting guys to renew membership was a hassle. I had checked out the site, there was a free half minute clip and just that had me boned to the max, showed a dude in prison orange jumpsuit, thick leather hood and full prison shackles, walking around his cell, all that was in there was a pallet and a toilet seat over a can, he reckoned all the models were volunteers but he had to rely on a few regulars for through-the-week stuff, since most people were working, and while he could get a few more interesting lads on the weekends and stuff, staging mock prisoner rapes and stuff, through the week was pretty basic guy locked in cage wandering around, fun to watch for a while, but for what the site charged I could see how he was not encouraging guys to re-sign for 5 days of ambling prisoner.

I really wanted a site membership but I was saving up for a new bike at the moment and porn site membership would not fit in my budget. Since I worked weekends and had Monday and Tuesday off I figured I could offer some prison time and score a membership, we discussed this, I said I wanted to wear a rubber catsuit that should at least provide something a little more interesting to look at, I was pretty adamant though that I didn’t want no mock rape scene though! He asked if I would be willing to be put in some more extreme bondage positions. This sounded agreeable to me. I had some days off I had to take at the end of the month, I had planned to drive down to see some friends but figured I would end up spending less if I was in the cage for two night and then just went down for 4 nights to my friends.

I pulled into the delivery area of the club, it was lunchtime so understandably the area was dead, I hopped off and pushed my bike inside, it was a warm day but I didn’t unzip my biker jacket since I was wearing my rubber catsuit underneath, I figured this was easier then bringing a bag and stuff, plus I love cruising around wearing my rubber gear under my leathers. I pushed my bike into the main receiving bay and my online buddy was there to greet me, he looked damn fine, blue jeans and a tight white T with the club’s logo on it. He had heard my bike and come out to greet me. He grinned as he shook my hand, ‘hey Fred, good to finally meet you, thanks for this, l added a banner on the site after our last conversation so I am glad you turned up!’ I grinned back telling him I was happy to spend some time in a cell in rubber and bondage, he smiled and winked and showed me where to stash my bike and helmet, I left my leathers on but opened the front of my jacket to reveal my catsuit, the hood hanging down the front of it. He grinned at the sight of this and I smiled back.

We made our way down some stairs and there was the cage, my cock bumped against the inside of the cup under my catsuit at the site of this.  This had been one of his requests, so that I would be unable to stimulate myself over the two days I was going to be locked up, the cup had ventilation holes near the base so my piss would run out and probably down my leg, it would not be all that comfortable but it was only for 2 days. When I had told him about this he had told me there was a drain in the middle of the cell floor so I would just have to stand over that to piss, the floor of the cage was white tile, to better reflect the hash bright lights in the room, and make the cell look sterile and forbidding. I looked at it and the effect was fantastic, it was probably a 4 meters square cell, right in the middle of the room, the base had been cemented into the floor during construction and the frame was thick metal poles, it was a serious cage that I was not going to get out of. He led me over to a corner, there was a line painted on the floor to show where the cams could view, we stopped near it, and he gestured to a table nearby, “Ok Fred my boy, just put your leathers on there, I will get the ‘wardens’ they are upstairs having a drink, it’s a good thing you’re on time Fred my lad, they do not like to be kept waiting.’ He gave me another wink and left, I unzipped my bike boots and stepped out of them, placing them neatly under the table and then unzipped the fly on my leather jeans and stepped out of them, feeling cooler but still warm in the rubber suit which had warmed up nicely on the ride over.

Once they were folded on the table I fully unzipped my jacket and shrugged it off and put it on the table. My keys were in one of the zippered pockets in my jeans and I hadn’t brought wallet or phone, not like there was a vending machine in the cell anyway. I pulled my hood on and then zipped it up at the back. The zip on the back of my suit is about a inch wide and molded in really well, There is 4 zips on the suit, I ran two of them all the way up to the top of the hood, that way a collar could be put around my neck and as long as it was on I would not be able to take the suit off, the two remaining zips we had agreed would be joined together with a short length of chain. Allowing me to open them wide enough over the ass area so I could attend to natures demands, but not wide enough for me to pull the cup out through the gap.

I stood there with my cock fully pressing against the inside of the cup, staring at the cage, the hood is pretty thick and I was so mesmerized by the cage that when someone laid a hand on my shoulder, I jumped a little, when I turned the sight before me made my cock press even harder against the inside of my cup. Three muscled leather dudes stood grinning at me. Each wore tight leather jeans tucked into high boots, that shone in a way that made my mouth water, tucked into the jeans were short sleeved leather shirts, black and brown belts and leather caps made the whole thing hot as hell, each had cuffs and batons hanging off their belts. One reached behind his back and when his gloved hand returned he was holding a pair of hinged cuffs in them. My mate had explained that the ‘prisoner’ was shackled inside the cage by the ‘guards’ I am sure it was very well-watched footage!! The guard holding the cuffs pulled my arms behind me, I didn’t resist him, he ratcheted them on tight but not uncomfortably so, and then one of them muttered ‘show time kiddo’ and gave me a push towards the open cell door.

My heart was in my throat as I was marched towards the door, a guard on either side and one behind me, I thought of all the guys who would be watching me being led into the cage. Once we were inside the cell one of the guards locked the door behind us, as if to stop me bolting. I shivered a little at the sound of the lock clicking shut. I glanced at my meagre furnishings the pallet and the poor excuse for a toilet, glad to see that the can under the seat of the toilet was nice and clean, I would have to try and use it as little as possible. On the pallet I noted a whole heap of metal, that was interesting, I had expected shackles, but apparently my mate had other plans for me. One of the guards unlocked my wrists and barked at me to put my hands on the bars and spread my feet, I complied quickly, I had no doubt that while they wouldn’t really hurt me, they would certainly rough me up for the cams if I gave them a excuse to, two stood either side of me, holding batons as if daring me to move while the third gathered some of the metal off the bed. The first thing that went on was a collar, it was in two halves, and it was massive, it looked more like some sort of pipe fitting then a kink collar, it sat snugly around my neck, probably two inches wide, and about a inch thick. Two bolts on either side held it on and the guard screwed the bolts on tight, I heard him grunt in effort to tighten them, this guys arms were probably a little thicker then my thighs, so if he was putting this much effort in, there was no way I was getting these off with just my fingers. The collar sat around my neck, it was a snug fit, there was no way I would be able to slip the zip down past it. To secure my suit on further the guard pulled a small but solid looking padlock out of his pocket and I heard a click near the top of my head, my guess was that he had padlocked the two zips together, this would stop me from unzipping the hood and pulling it off, and even if I managed to get the zip past the collar I would still not be able to get out of my suit.

While the guard gathered some more steel of the bed one of the two guards beside me started to run his baton up and down the inside of my leg, he tapped it lightly on the cup, causing my cock to twitch from the vibration and me to shiver slightly. The third guard returned and grabbed one of my arms and pulled it down to his waist height again using a two halves wide steel circle he fasted them together around my wrist. They fit snugly around my wrist just behind my hand, he tightened the bolts more carefully this time, being careful not to tighten them so much that they crushed my wrist, they were firmly in place behind my hand I doubted I would be able to slide it up my arm. These were wider about 4 inches wide but just as thick as the collar, looking at them I was convinced they were from a hardware shop and not a kink store.  He released my wrist and the weight of the bracelet nearly dragged my arm down to my side but I lifted it up above my head and he pulled my other arm down and repeated the procedure. He fetched more metal bracelets and one went around each of my ankles, I was really hard by now and would be surprised if I was not dribbling pre-cum I was in a cage with three hot leather guys, having heavy metal attached to me while in rubber, it doesn’t get any hotter than that!

Once my ankles had metal bracelets bolted onto them one of the guards pulled a massive gag off his belt and strapped it on, my mask had eyes nose and mouth holes in it, my mouth was now firmly filled, I thought of all the other prisoners who had no doubt been gagged like this and groaned in lust, already wishing I could jerk off, and I still had two days to go. I head the click of a lock and knew the gag wasn’t coming off anytime soon. They firmly told me to stay in position while they backed out of the cell, walking backwards holding batons like I was a real dangerous prisoner, considering the weight of the steel it was not such a bad idea, I basically had two hammers on the ends of my arms if I decided to take a swing at them. They stepped out of the cell and locked the door behind them, 48 hours to go.

 

Part 2

 

I wandered around my cell a little after my wardens had left, they had really left the area, they were not just standing off to the side out of camera view, walking with the weights around my ankles and wrists took a little getting used to, I have no doubt that people watching the footage would have a laugh as I high stepped around at first until I worked out how much effort I had to expend to lift my weighted ankles, I was happy enough to look like a bit of a full bringing my legs up high rather than risk tripping over my own ankles and possibly tearing my catsuit on the floor. I also had to be really careful not to swing my arms or they would tend to swing back and bump against my side, and again I was a little worried about the suit getting caught and ripped, rubber is great aesthetically but not as hard wearing as leather! I played with the gag with my tongue as I strolled around the perimeter of my cell, it filled my mouth comfortably, but effectively silenced me.  My cock continued to rage against the inside of the cup and I really, really wished that I hadn’t been banned from stimulating myself, although it was probably for the best, it was probably better to be enjoying my predicament and being horny rather then not enjoying my predicament and not horny at all.

My mind kept going back to the ‘guards’ they had been damn hot, I promised myself the first thing I would do with my free membership from this would be to pull up the old footage of a mock rape. Remembering I was on cam and supposed to be performing I grabbed the bars of my cage and gave them a little shake, as if trying to find a way out, I also tried to undo the bolts holding the metal bracelets on my wrists knowing that there was no way I could get them off but thinking it would probably look good for the cams. I wandered around my cell a little more, but it was hard work walking even the short distance in my cell with all the extra weight on me! I hadn’t slept much last night since I had been so excited, and I knew that I was going to be put in a few bondage positions through the night so I figured some rest at the moment would not go astray, everyone at home would have PLENTY to watch later on. I laid out on the pallet, I had to fold the thin pillow in half so I could rest my head on it high enough that the collar did not dig into my neck, ah this was bliss. As I stared up at the room I noticed something, there was a massive open pipe over the top of the cell, I guessed it had been put in so the cell could be quickly and easily cleaned, above it was a some with a whole heap of little porthole windows, must be like a peepshow thing for the club so they could look down from above at the dude in the cage. Aside from that the view was uninteresting, what I could see between the harsh lights was just more pipes and stuff, general cellar. Although with the club above pumping and even through the day anyone down here yelling for help would not find it coming.

I must have dozed off slightly cause it seemed like a few seconds later and I jerked up at the sound of someone rattling my cage bars with a baton, I glanced over and the three guards were at the door, I quickly stood and walked over to the wall that I knew faced the main cameras (there was a big arrow on the wall in case there was any doubt) and placed my hands on the bars and waited. The guards entered and one of them came up behind me and pulled me away from the centre of the cell and told me to put my hands behind my head. I did so, being careful not to whack myself in the head with my weighted wrists. The two other guards were holding two pieces of metal each, they each put a piece on the ground and then moved forward, they held the two pieces together on my left side and I saw that the four pieces would go tether to make a belt, I was a little worried at this stage, this would be really heavy and I was not looking forward to the pressure it would put on my hip bones, I figured I would find a way of conveying this if it became too much, from what I had gathered of our chats there would be a number of different poses through the night. While one guard held the completed half of the belt against me the third stood nearby tapping his baton against his gloved hand and looking at me in a  stern manner, the second guard grabbed the next piece of the belt, a few mins later and it circled around my back and my left side, the last piece would complete the circle, they had adjusted the bolts carefully so that it sat tightly against me but did not cause me any discomfort, I was unsure as to how I would go laying or sitting down in it though. That problem was shuffled to the back of my mind when after they had finished securing the belt the two guards left and then returned carrying chains between the both of them.  Their arms were straining and the chains were obviously very heavy, while the third guard stood watching me they left and returned with even more chain, I was getting really worried now, if I had to wear all of that metal I would not be able to stand up, there was enough there to mummify me in chain!  However it quickly became apparent that the length was for another reason altogether. Moving quickly the two guards fasted a end of chain to each corner of the cell, once the four corners of my cells had chain hooked around them they dragged the ends towards me, I snuck a quick peek down, my belt, had a lot of solid looking rings welded around the outside.  Using massive padlock the chains were attached to these rings, the chains had been precisely measured and the last one was only just long enough to be hooked through the padlock and through the belt, once this was complete I was attached to my cell from four points, I was trapped in the center of my cell, there was zero slack in the chains so I could not move left right forward or backwards. The chains attached to the top four corners of my cell took the weight of the belt, so I was not uncomfortable, but I wasn’t moving anywhere from this spot either. The guards ducked under and stepped over the chains and left again, locking the door behind them, although that seemed a little bit of overkill at this stage.

I stood there imagining how I must look, 8 chains attached to a thick metal belt around my waist, preventing any and all movement, I felt a little silly standing there and was unsure what to do with my arms which had not been restrained in any way, I tested the chains holding me in place, each padlock was massive, they had side guards to prevent them from being easily cut, and the key for each of them was a weird shape,  I imagined that a lock picker would have a lot of trouble with these. I tried to rattle the chains but it was impossible there was no tension, they just hummed slightly from the vibration. In the end I just stood there facing the cameras holding onto two of the chains in front of me, I had thought of keeping my hands behind my head but the weight of the bracelets made that too hard.  I looked around seeing that the guards had once again left, I looked up and was surprised to see a face at one of the porthole window, there was something funny about it, that I couldn’t really place, it was like the guy was not actually looking at me, but through me or something. The face left and in a few mins another appeared, again it did not seem like he even cared that I was there! He looked bored, I felt a little insulted by that and looked away.

I was standing there thinking that this had been a lot of work if the position was going to be changed soon when the guards returned. This time two of them carrying long two long bars each, the bars were long and flat with holes at either end, except for one which had large semicircles of metal at either end. I quickly put my hands behind my head as they entered and faced forward, once again the guards navigated their way through the chains towards me, again as one stood watch the other two worked. They tapped my legs indicating I should spread them and I did so, they had attached one of the bars to my ankle bracelets, using padlocks to secure them, then the piece with the semicircles was placed just above my knees and they produced the remaining to halves and bolted them around my legs snugly, so I was now effectively prevented from moving my legs at all. The next part however came as a surprise, one guard held my head steady and the other attached the remaining bars so that they ran from my belt to the collar, one at the front and the other against my back. I am not sure how this was done exactly since I could not look down, but I did not hear the click of locks so I am assuming it was screwed on. When they were done all three left again, once more my hands were free so I ran my hands over the belt and collar trying to feel how the bars were attached, I could not bend at all, the bars held me rigidly up and down, since I was being held up by the belt and chains if I tried to bend my knees all that would happen would my feet would come of the floor and I would be hanging there, I imagined it would get uncomfortable pretty fast and may tear the rubber of my suit so I stayed still, again resorting to holding two of the chains in front of me.

My suit was quickly beginning to fill with sweat as I stood there, the lights were very bright and not far off the top of the cell so a little heat from them beat down on me, but it was enough, I could feel trickles of sweat running down my back and legs to pool in the feet of my suit, I wiggled my toes feeling the sweat squish between them, likewise the fingers of my suit also had sweat pooling at the fingertips, though if I elevated my arms I felt it trickle down my arms and then make its way to join the rest pooling in the feet of my suit. The result of this is that I was feeling a little thirst, I had no idea whatsoever of how long I had been like this, since I had fallen asleep, if there were people in the club it would have to be around 5 or later, I knew the staff would arrive around then.

As I stood there resisting to the temptation to swing my arms since they were the only part of me that was free I heard my cell door open again, the collar was on firmly enough that I could only just twist my head a few inches before the bars on my front and back prevented any further movement. I saw they were carrying more chains, I went to raise my hands behind my head but one of the guards grabbed them and lowered them, they then padlocked the bracelets to the center of each chain, I figured this would be to keep them hanging down by my side since with the weight of the bracelets and the chain it would be to much strain to hold them up, but I was wrong, they then attached the ends of the chains to the chains coming from the top corners of the room, so I was standing with my arms stretched out either side of me, like a T. There was a little slack in the chains but I was only if I lifted my arms, and the metal bracelets made that too hard to do. One of the guards stepped up beside me and I heard a click and then felt him unbuckle the gag, he moved in front of me blocking the cameras view, making it look like he was checking my belt me murmured, ‘how you doing Fred?’ I was a little surprised at being addressed by my name, but managed to mummer back, ‘I am fine but I am a little thirsty.’ He seemed to find this funny cause he chuckled, he then raised his other hand up to eye level to show me he was holding a funnel gag, ‘don’t worry boyo, we’re about to take care of that now.’  He pushed the gag into my mouth and moved to the side so that the cameras could see what he was doing, while he buckled it up me kept muttering in my ear. ‘Right above you is the bathroom, the dome is actually a ring of urinals, the portholes are one way glass, so that lads can see when they can expect a load to come down that pipe directly above your head there, though we are gonna leave the pipe closed till the tank above it is nice and full, most of it will just run over you but a fair bit should land in that funnel, you can’t move your head to tip it out of the funnel so your gonna have one option only, good thing you’re thirsty huh?’  He laughed again as he used a padlock to secure the funnel gag on me and then they left.

I was absolutely frozen in the middle of the room, a figure in black rubber and a ton of chain and metal holding him in place, immobile, and helpless. I wonder how long till they empty the tank on me?

They emptied the cistern tank three times that night, the deluge of piss washed over me, my nose filled with the smell of strong piss and urine, I gulped down the piss that landed in the funnel, chugging the foul stuff down as fast as I could trying to avoid tasting, from the whistles and shouts on the side I am guess the guards enjoyed the show.

 

Part 3

 

I have no idea how long I was like that, I was in a sort of trance near the end, and jolted in shock when someone put their hands on me and undid the gag, they told me the cameras were off now, and that I could get some sleep. They removed all of the metal except for the ankle and wrist bracelets and the collar, I collapsed onto the pallet, and went straight to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would hold in store for me.

I was awoken by the sound of a baton being run along the bars to my cell, the harsh over head lights had been left on all night, I had managed to get to sleep by resting a arm over my eyes. I sat up, waking up covered in rubber and locked in heavy metal bracelets sounds hot, but the reality is that your disorientated hot and uncomfy. I groaned and sat up, three guards where circling the outside of my cell running their batons around the outside of it, they stopped when they saw I was sitting up and awake. They pointed their batons at the entrance to my cell and I saw that a rubber mat had been laid on the floor near the entrance, it was about the size of a beach towel, at one end of the mat was a silver dog bowl of … mush. Even in my slightly groggy sleepy state, I could tell what was expected of me, as I headed towards the mat one of the guards circled around and entered the cell to stand in front of the bowl, probably to make sure that I played by the rules and didn’t use my hands or something, as I knelt down on the mat I heard the sound of a zip being undone, I looked up, if I was expected to give a blowjob as soon as I had woken up from what was basically passing out from exhaustion I was not going to be to amused. As I looked up a stream of warm piss splattered in my face, causing me to gasp and then choke as some of the urine was sucked down the wrong way. When I had finished coughing and splattering I realized that the rest of the stream had ended up in my morning breakfast mush, greeeeeeat.  I sighed and bent down and started to slurp up the mush, which was sort of sweet, with an aftertaste of piss.

As soon as I was done the guard reached down and grabbed me by the arm and stood me up, I opened my mouth to tell him precisely what he could do with his piss, no sooner did I open my mouth than a gag was strapped back in my mouth and padlocked behind me, then my arms where twisted behind me and I was frog marched out of the cell, it happened so fast I was still blinking in shock before I realized we where halfway to the stairs leading up to the club.

Once on the club floor the guard jerked me to a halt, I looked at him in what I hoped was a inquiring manner, it must have worked cause he started talking, “you think you just get to chill out in a cell all day Fred? Not likely lad, club needs cleaning.” As he was speaking he was joining my wrists and ankles together with lengths of heavy chain, massive padlocks attaching the chains to the bracelets on my wrists and ankles, I was tired, hot and sore, but the click of each lock closing made my cock twitch. A tray was shoved in my hands and I was given a push towards the tables loaded with empty glasses and bottles. I sighed, this was going to be hot and tedious. With my ankles hobbled by the heavy chains I shuffled around the club, loading the tray up and then carrying it to the large bin set down clearly for this reason, it was hard work, I couldn’t really lift my feet and I couldn’t load the tray all that much since I already had a massive amount of weight around my wrists as it was. I grumbled to myself as I shuffled around the floor.

There where no clocks anywhere in the club so I had no idea what time it was, that was probably the most disorientating thing about this whole experience. It seemed to take forever to get the club cleaned when I was done the guards came over to me, they had been leaning against the side of the bar commenting on my work for a while now.  I eyed them off as they approached, these guys were super woofy, their leather looked so soft, the hood was mostly filling my nose with the scent of rubber and a nightclub has a very distinctive odor of its own however I concentrated and took a deep breath I could catch a whiff of leather. My ankles where unlocked but my wrists were left locked together and I was pushed along in front of my three tormentors.

We reached a corner of the club that had a few of those raised stage things you sometimes see on dance floors so that people can stand on them and dance and generally make tools of themselves on.  Two had been pushed close together a guard got up on each and then reached down and lifted me up by my arm, I was forced to stand with a foot on each stage my legs where spread wide but not uncomfortably so, which was probably a good thing since the third guard took out some chain and those damn massive padlocks and secured my ankle bracelets to the stages, there was some rings on the corners of the stages that could be laid flat, clearly these stages where used for some bondage productions on a regular basis, when he had secured my right foot the guard on my right hopped off the stage and disappeared. He was back soon carrying 4 padlocks and a short length of chain and a bolt, the guard on my left suddenly grabbed my head and tilted it up and towards the roof, I went to reach up to try and push his hands away but the guard who had been padlocking my ankles to the stages reached up and grabbed the chain connecting my wrists preventing me from lifting them, I heard chain clinking together and then three clicks of the massive padlock and a tugging sensation on the collar and then my head and hands where released, my immediate reaction was to reach up and feel what had happened, no sooner had I done this then I felt a tug on the chain connecting my wrists and then a click of the fourth lock shutting, the guards laughed at having tricked me into lifting my hands so they could lock them onto the chain they had bolted to my collar but I ignored them, there where three other locks on the chain besides the one locking my wrist chain to the chain around my neck, but they where not doing anything, granted the extra weight was I no way pleasant but it was hardly going to force me to walk with a hunch or anything like that.

The guards left me standing on the stages like that. I was so frustrated I wanted to scream. These seemingly random events where frustrating to the extreme, I had expected to spend two days in a cell being placed on bondage positions, this was more of a massive mind fuck, never knowing what the hell was going to happen next!  There was nothing I could do however but stand there and wait, and wait.

I have no idea how long it was before the bar staff started to appear but I was REALLY bored and thirsty by then, when they all walked in one of the guards entered with them, he was carrying a bottle of water and my eyes zoned in on it like a eagle spotting a rabbit. He smiled at me as my eyes tracked the bottle in his hand, he climbed up on the sage next to me, “ok I am gonna take the gag out and hand you the water bottle. If you speak, I will backhand you, and it won’t be gentle.” I swallowed nervously as he unlocked the gag, I really wanted to ask what the hell was going on and why I had been taken out of the cell but I believed him when he said he would hurt me so I kept my mouth firmly shut till except to skull the water. The water in the bottle was warm but it was the best thing I had ever tasted in my life, rubber was fun to wear, but man did it dehydrate you with all the sweating! I finished the bottle in record time and was handed another, I finished it off as well and then the gag was strapped back in, he grinned at me and gave me a heavy pat on the cheek with his gloved hand, “smart move Fred, there is a lot of stuff I wanna do to that mouth, I wasn’t looking forward to having to smack it though.” He jumped down and walked off, and I was left there stunned, he wanted to do stuff to my mouth? I wondered if he meant he wanted to kiss me or he wanted to slide his cock down my throat, as I watched his leather clad ass leave the floor I thought that I really would enjoy both of those things.

I wont bore you with a description of standing there flexing my knees to avoid cramps while the bar got ready for the night, suffice to say it was boring as hell and I suspected I was supposed to be entertainment for the crowd when they arrived and I was thinking I would probably be ready to call it quits before they even arrived, however it wasn’t going to be my call to make. When the doors opened my guards returned and took up stations around me, one standing either side and one on the floor between my legs, a few people came over to see if I was available to play with but the guards firmly told them they could move along. I was glad, in this state I would be pretty helpless, and one or two people who approached I would definitely not have wanted touching me. A few people ignored me completely and hit on the guards themselves, the guards where polite but firm that they where working.

Soon the club was packed and more then one curios glance was being directed at me and my security detail. Soon however the MC cut across the music with an announcement, “ok party people! We have some entertainment for you tonight, as you may have noticed we have a guest with us tonight, he is going to be completing a little challenge tho he is going to need your help, alrighty boys, bring it out!”  At these words some guys started to push something towards the stage, I twisted my head as much as I could to get a look, it looked like a se-saw except on one end there was a massive square trough, the other end had a screw sticking up like you could attach something to it. Also some weights where strapped underneath, they pushed it along until the seat with the screw was directly underneath me, I was starting to get a bad feeling about this, suddenly the MC tossed something over the heads of everyone and the guard to my left caught it, I turned to see what it was and nearly fell over in shock, it was a massive dildo! It had to be at least 11 inches long! It was handed down to the guard standing on the floor and he quickly screwed it onto the se-saw, I definitely did not like the way this was going. In front of me the crowd was cheering as the guard to my right reached down and opened the zips on the ass of my suit, to allow the monster below me a path to my pooper.

The MC’s voice cut over the cheering, “ok folks, as you can see our lad is ready to be impaled.” (Like hell I was!) “However in order to help him along we are gonna need you to donate some piss to that trough, now he has to get the key which is taped under the seat holding goliath there.” (Great, I was about to ripped apart by a dildo with a lame name!) “So lets do our bit to help him reach it shall we?”

At these words the crows cheered and a line started to appear near the stage, great, just great. In what seemed like no time at all I felt the head of the dildo against my puckered asshole, I tried to relax, the guard on the floor gave it a subtle push and suddenly I felt the tip pressing hard against my shithole. My legs trembled as the pressure continued, people where gathered in front of me watching with excitement and wide eyes, some taking bets as to how many more guys it would take before the weight at the other end would force the dildo into me, suddenly pain ripped though me and I screamed into the gag as the massive dildo pushed its way up into my guts. I swear I was on the verge of passing out, my legs trembled so much that one of my guards actually had to hold me upright.  A massive cheer went up from the crowd, and a siren was set flashing from the DJ’s booth and a blastoff sound effect played, oh how hilarious. I gasped for air as I felt the dildo continue its journey inside me as more guys pissing into the trough. It felt like I was about to couch up the end of the dildo when there was a tug a cheer and the guard on the floor was holding up the key. Thank fuck for that!  The dildo was gently pulled out of me, some people booed about that, I swear if I ever got a hold of them I would give them something to boo about! I grunted as the last of the dildo left me, and when my ankles where unlocked from the floor I collapsed into the arms of the guard who was holding me, I felt my arms being freed from the padlock holding them to my neck, the next words of the MC however snapped me right out of my wooze. “OK folks lets have a big round of applause for our lad Fred here! He still has three more locks to get off, so remember to come along for the next few nights and help him out. Looks like I wasn’t getting free anytime soon, I would have liked to struggle and scream but I was gagged and exhausted and my limbs weighted down. All I could do was groan as the guard carried me back down to my cell.

I felt the gag being unlocked and the guard standing in front of me handed me a bottle of water, I gratefully drank it down, I was numb from shock at the news that this wasn’t my last night in captivity, I still had 3 more nights ahead! I bowed my head and fought back despair, suddenly a gloved hand was under my head tilting my head back, I squinted as the overhead lights shone in my eyes, the guard was a dark shape against them. “Now, about that mouth of yours boyo.”

Maybe a few extra nights wouldn’t be ALL that bad …

 

Part 4

 

I raced in the front door and glanced at my watch. Shit I was gonna be late! I quickly changed out of my work clothes and grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw and pulled on a t-shirt, I had worn it running last night so it had a pretty musty smell, didn’t matter I wouldn’t be in it too long. I grabbed my keys but left my wallet and phone on the table, grabbing my bike helmet and jacket I raced out the door.

I pulled into the back entrance of the club with about 10 mins to spare, I jumped off my bike and pushed it inside, just inside Greg was waiting for me, he was dressed in his usual leather outfit, complete with peaked cap and baton. His black harness boots shone in the low light, which was nice, considering I had spent about half a hour polishing each of them before he had let me go home last night. He grabbed the front of my jacket and pulled me into a rough kiss, I had to admit, that this sort of made it worth it! He finally pulled away, ‘cutting it kinda close there Fred, come on, let’s get your ready for tonight.’ I followed him as he walked deep into the club, as we walked through the staff room I glanced up at a flat screen showing a guy in a orange jumpsuit, hogtied on the floor of the cell. After my period in the cage had boosted ratings so much, there was no more simply wandering around in shackles, now each prisoner spent some serious time in bondage, or being assaulted by the three sexy guards, one of which I was following though the back areas of the club now. I had a happy little daydream of the night he had first came into my cage and fed his massive cock down my throat after my little stint being sodomized by a see-saw.  When I had finally earned my release from that damn cage I had been given a proposition, I would be locked in chastity and released and I would work at the club for free each Friday and Saturday night and then on Sunday the chastity devise would come off. Or I could stay locked in the cage until I agreed. I had to admit the man had a way with words.

We were in the dressing room when Greg handed me my catsuit, I had started leaving it here since it got so much use, I had been dressed only in a jockstrap and collar last night though, I had been the club’s boot black, heavy manacles around my ankles preventing me from leaving my area, instead of a boot stirrup I had a chair that was tilted at about 45 degrees, the manacles had been attached to either side of the chair the guys who boots I had to polish where sitting in preventing me from closing them and then the guy would sit in the chair and his boot would rest firmly on my crotch while I polished, since the chastity device I was wearing had a front shield cover the whole thing wasn’t TOO bad, however my balls where still aching at the end of the night, and then Greg had hopped in the chair and planted his booted foot on my crotch, the club had just closed, it was about  5 am and I was stuffed, however if I was truthful I would have to admit that the time spent polishing his knee-high harness boots was some of the best of the night, gently buffing each boot while he flexed his foot in it, pushing against my crotch. Then he had let his legs hang down and unzipped his fly and pulled my head forward and …

A lubed finger pushing its way up my ass broke me out of my happy daydream and I gasped and tried to relax my ass muscles as Greg greased me up and then slowly pushed a massive plug in me, I groaned a little as the widest part pushed its way into me. I always imagine popping noise when the plug’s widest part passes my sphincter and my ass clenches around the thin section before the base. He patted my ass once the plug was in and then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, ‘that’s a little something from me, will help get you ready for what will be coming your way after work tonight.’  I shivered a little, his low voice was like silk over gravel, and never failed to cause my stomach to flip, particularly when I knew my chastity device would come off tonight and I would be ordered to hop on the back of Greg’s bike and we would either spend the rest of the day at his place or my place, till he brought me back to the club to be refitted with the device and then I would hop on my bike and head home.  I have to admit, all the torment and frustration I went to was worth it, for the time I spent with that hot guy between when the club closed Sunday morning and when I was dropped back off Sunday night.

In no time at all I was in my catsuit and being led onto the club floor, once there I noticed three other dudes in rubber catsuits, I wondered if they were in contracts like me or if they were just other guys who had volunteered for this, the club had really started to attract large crowds for the ‘displays’ that went on, to the point where I was not enough to entertain everyone! Last night as bootblack I had seen another guy trapped to a chair on the stage, the seat of the chair had been like a padded toilet seat, and he had a large dildo in him from below, and his balls being pulled from above, he had to hold a chain to keep the two in balance, two high and his balls would get relief but his ass would get fed more of the giant dildo (and I mean giant, this thing looked like a traffic cone) if he pulled on the chain to much though, his ass would be slightly less ruined but his balls would be pulled nearly off!  It doesn’t sound to tricky but he had on rubber gloves and the chain was greased, and guys could pay to go up and pour more grease on the chain. Plus out of his sight the counter weights could suddenly be changed so he had to move the chain up and down to re-achieve the balance. I was very glad I had just been polishing boots resting on my crotch!

We all ended up in one corner of the club, it had been roped off and some new couches had been placed in a square, clearly this was going to be a bit of a V.I.P. area for the night, I wondered if we where gonna be kinky server boys for the evening? This was disputed as we got closer and I saw the piles of metal laying around the area, clearly we were going to be in bondage nearby, either as toys or as displays for whoever was going to be here.  The two other guards, Trent and Jason, were waiting near the couches, they motioned the other two rubber lads over to them, while Greg stepped in front of me and held out a large gag. I obediently opened my mouth and he strapped it in. he then ordered me to hold my arms out, he picked up two halves of a metal restraint, when together it looked like a 8 on its side. He undid the screw in the middle holding the two halves together and then inserted my wrists in it and tightened it up, my wrists where now restrained, wrists pointed in. He picked up a similar restraint except this one was a little stubbier and rounder, he pushed my arms together at the elbow and positioned the restraint on my forearm just after the elbow and fastened it, this was a tad uncomfortable, try it at home, hold your wrists together and then press your elbows together, not exactly a relaxing position huh?  The same metal restraints were used on my ankles and just above my knees. Greg helped me sit on one of the nearby couches since maintaining my balance like that was trick as hell! While like this he put a metal collar on me, the inside of it was padded and he did it up quite tight, I would not have been able to twist the collar around if I had tried to. Once this was on he helped me off the couch on onto the floor in front of it, using a short pieces of chain he attached my ankle restraints to my thigh restraint, my thigh restraints to my forearm restrain, and my wrist restraint to my collar, so now my knees where bent and I was prevented from moving them around to much since they were attached to the restraints near my elbow. The whole thing was not amazingly comfy, but from the large bulge appearing in Greg’s pants I am guessing that the shiny steel looked really good against the black rubber of the suit. Thank goodness for the plug, it would make things a lot easier when he eventually got me home and then fed his monster cock up my pooper.

Greg pushed me onto my side and I felt him push something under my ass, when he pulled me back over I felt that I was sitting on a cushion of some sort, I doubted that it would have a happy little floral pattern on it somehow. He grabbed two pieces of metal, one end of each of them had an angled foot at the end of it, he attached these to either side of my thigh restraint, preventing me form rocking from side to side. Then moved behind me and lifted me up slightly, my back would have been at about a 45-degree angle to the floor, I had seen a bunch of poles with angled ends with padding on them, I am guessing he must have put them under me since when he let go I felt supported at different points along my back. Since I was off the floor like this I could see that the other rubber guys had also been restrained like this. We were all pretty close to each other and formed a Y shape. I watched as Jason and Trent strapped thick rubber band around their heads, and then around their knees and Greg did eh same to me. I was more than a little curious as to what the heck was going on by this stage.

Once these bands where in place all three of them disappeared, I wiggled a little, but I couldn’t move, my wrists where attached to my collar just below my chin, my thighs attached to my elbows and the poles either side prevented me moving my legs from side to side, the ankles had been attached to the thigh restraints with a pretty short chain so I couldn’t comfortably wiggle my ankles around too much. I tired to wiggle my upper body a little, but my own body weight pressing me against the supports under my back stopped me from being able to move much, I wasn’t at a high enough angle that I could swing myself up into a sitting position. Basically all I could do was lay like that, staring at the other two guys bound exactly the same way.

I was wondering what purpose this could possibly serve when the three guards re-appeared, carrying a massive round piece of glass, we all watched as the glass was positioned over the top of us and then lowered. I was stunned, the main weight of the glass was taken by my knees which had the padded band around them, the same type of band protected my head, there wasn’t to much weight on my head but the glass prevented me from moving it at all, so this was it, we where to be the table for the V.I.P section, I had to admit that from above the sight of three rubber guys bound with heavy metal restraints supporting a table would look damn good!

The night passed pretty quickly, I was by no means comfortable but at the same time I had been in a great more discomfort, the couches filled with guys who leered through the glass at us, and it was sort of weird staring up at drinks resting just above your head. My main way of passing the time was to think of Greg taking me home after this was all over, he would probably make me put my clothes back on over the catsuit, leaving the gag in, and then just wear my helmet over the top. I sat there as drinks clinked against the glass above me, daydreaming happy thoughts of zipping through the dark morning streets, my arms around Greg’s leather covered body, passing cars that had no idea I was gagged under my helmet.  So caught up was I in my happy little fantasy that I was shocked when the weight of the glass was suddenly lifted off us, I was able to move my head again and I looked around at the empty club, above me Greg grinned down at me, and I felt my cock twitch, going home time had never sounded so awesome!

 

Urinal Boy 6: Service With A Smile

I wasn't sure if I should tell Dad or Adam about my new friend Randy. With my father and brother, my role was always to serve them, but with Randy it was different. We were equals. We understood each other. We had fun. Somehow I worried that Dad and Adam wouldn't approve. It might make them really jealous. But then, I knew Randy would want to service them too, and that they might enjoy having another Urinal Boy around. I was thinking about these things when Dad picked me up from school that Friday. "Get up here in front with me, Jaden," my dad instructed me when I was about to get in the back seat, "and keep your clothes on. For now, anyway. Oh, Adam went off with some of his friends this weekend, so it's just you and me." Soon my dad pulled the car into a parking space in front of a convenience store. I knew my dad had something planned for me, just like Adam did at the gas station a few weeks ago. I looked at my dad's crotch. Sure enough, his cock was straining through his jeans. Did he want me to suck him right in the parking lot where everyone could see us? "What are you waiting for, Jaden? Start blowing, you little fuck!" I unbuckled my safety belt and leaned over to unzip my dad's pants. I took his fat dick in my hand and bent my head down to start licking the head. His dick was a little smelly, so I knew he hadn't showered that day. Secretly I was thrilled to think that people were passing by the car to go into the convenience store and probably didn't even notice what we were doing. It seemed to turn my dad on, too. He was harder than usual, and it didn't take too long before he was ready to cum. Every few minutes I'd poke my head up to see if anyone could see us. Dad would just put his hand on my head and guide it back down onto his cock. "Never mind that, Jaden, just keep your mouth on my dick." When he was ready to cum he began to buck in the seat, spearing the back of my throat. I was getting more and more excited when I finally felt the sticky liquid building up around my tonsils. Then my dad grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, his cum squirting all over my face and getting into my left eye. It stung like a bastard, but I knew my dad would be mad if I complained. I looked up and smiled at my dad, squinting out of my left eye and wiping the cum out of it with the back of my hand. I could feel the rest of the cum dripping on my cheeks, nose, lips and chin. "Okay, Jaden," my dad said, handing me a $10. "Go in there and get me a pack of cigarettes. Lucky Strike." "But Dad, you know I'm too young to buy cigarettes! I'll get carded!" I also had no idea that my dad smoked. "Just do it, Jaden! Get in there and don't come out till you get my cigarettes!" I was just about to wipe my dad's cum off my face with my sleeve when he grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare wipe it off! Go in there just like you are!" Aah, so that was the deal! First it was Adam's trick of throwing away my clothes at the gas station to humiliate me, and now this! I couldn't think of anything more challenging than trying to talk the guy behind the counter into selling me a pack of cigarettes, especially with fresh jizz all over my face. Both Dad and Adam were pretty skilled in the art of humiliation. Inside the convenience store there was a lady buying scratch-off lottery tickets. I went to the magazine section and started looking at the sexy boys in Tiger Beat magazine. I decided the safest thing to do was to keep my face hidden in a magazine until the lady left. She seemed to take forever. When she finally left I approached the cash register, hoping no other customers would come in until I was out of there. Hanging my head down, I placed the crumpled-up $10 on the counter. "Pack of Lucky Strikes please" I mumbled. "Gotta see id." "For my dad." "Told ya, kid, I gotta see id. No id, no smokes. There's no way you're eighteen. And look at me when I talk to ya." I looked up at the cashier. He couldn't have been much more than eighteen himself. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a hemp necklace. He had short blond hair spiked up with gel and would have been quite handsome if he didn't have very bad acne. Actually, something about the guy's bad complexion really turned me on. It reminded me of some of my brother's friends that I enjoyed servicing, and made him seem kind of raw and sexy. "What the fuck you got all over your face, kid?" I didn't answer him. He looked closer. "Holy shit! Is that what I think it is? Did some dude just shoot a load all over your face? Fuck!" I still didn't answer him. "So you're like a little faggot, right? Like to play the skin flute?" He snickered, then he grabbed his crotch, which was right at the level of the counter. "Bet you'd like to get a piece of this, wouldn't you?" I still didn't answer him. "You want this, don't you? Hey listen, you little homo, if you really want those cigarrettes you gotta come back here give me some real good head! You like that, don't you?" I swallowed hard. I knew what I had to do. "Yeah, I wanna taste your cock!" I told him. "I want you to shoot your load all over my face. Or down my throat. However you like it." "The cigarettes are $7.50 a pack." I handed him the money. He gave me the change, but didn't give me the cigarettes. "Get back here, fag. Come around that way." I was behind the counter and on my knees in a flash. The pimply, hormonal teenager was really turning me on. I loved his smell when I got really close to him. He had a strong body odor coming from his armpits that he tried to cover up with liberal amounts of Axe body spray. The smell of this hot, feral boy mixed with the cheap body spray was really sexy, somehow sexier than either the sweaty pits or the body spray alone. Dad and Adam never wore any sort of cologne or deodorant, so this was a new sensory experience for me. Eagerly I began to rub my face all over his jeans, feeling his bulge pressing against my cheek. At this point things had happened so quickly that I had begun to suspect that my dad had planned this whole thing. Maybe this convenience store guy was one of Adam's friends. When I got his cock out of his jeans, I was a little alarmed at how huge it was. Now don't get me wrong. My dad's cock is pretty big, and I'm usually much happier sucking a fat cock that can gag me than a little weenie, but this thing was unnaturally large for such a skinny kid. But this thing was way too much to handle. "Bet you ain't never seen a cock as big as that, have you?" I hadn't. How big was it? 10 inches, maybe even 11 or 12. "It's huge!" I gasped. So there I was, on my knees behind the counter with all the lottery tickets and Hustler magazines, trying to wrap my hand around this huge, veiny uncut monster cock. I might add that all of the guys in my family, including myself, are circumcised. I know this, of course, because I had been giving Adam and Dad head since I was six years old. But plenty of Adam's friends and Dad's co-workers at the furniture warehouse were uncut, so it wasn't like I hadn't had any experience with an uncut cock before. I usually just slid the foreskin down and licked the cock head like it was an ice cream cone. I tried doing that with this one, but the foreskin was very tight and I couldn't move it at all. I tried a little harder to pull the foreskin down, but it still wouldn't budge. It was stuck there. I gave up because I was afraid that I might hurt the guy. Whenever I'd suck my brother's cock, he'd usually smack me if he felt my teeth or if I sucked his nuts too hard. I didn't feel like getting hit by this guy, so I just decided to go on with the blowjob. So I opened wide and got as much of it as I could in my mouth, which wasn't very much. The guy's cock smelled and tasted great. He wasn't very clean and his cock had a nice, sweaty, pissy flavor. I impaled myself on his cock, but could only get about halfway down. I could smell a strong funk coming from the guy's wiry, reddish pubic hair. I was really digging the smell, so I decided to take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his pubic hair. I worked my nose and tongue down from his pubic hair to his balls, putting the whole sac in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue the way my brother liked. The guy started to moan. I moved my tongue further down between his legs. I could detect the faint smell of shit from his asshole, which I was getting closer to. One thing about my brother Adam, he never wipes his ass really clean. That's why he has all those skid marks on his underwear that I like to sniff and lick when I'm doing the laundry. What always happens with Adam is that he goes around all day after a half-assed ass-wiping and his hole starts to get sticky and itchy. On Friday nights when I rush to greet Adam by crawling naked on my hands and knees and kissing his cock through his crotch, sometimes he'll stop me from worshipping his cock right away. He'll say, "Jaden, give my ass a tongue-wiping first. It's really itchy." I happily lick all the crusty shit and sweat from around his hole until Adam is satisfied. Just from the smell coming from this guy's ass, I knew he had the same problem as Adam. I felt bad for him, having to stand at the cash register all night with an itchy hole and nobody to clean it for him. I put my hands on the guy's hips and tried to get him to turn around for me to access his asshole. "What do you want?" "I wanna lick your ass." "You dig my ass, you filthy little perv?" "I wanna wipe it clean for you with my tongue." He looked irritated. "Okay, fine." He turned around and leaned over on the counter, exposing his ass for me to lick. I spread his cheeks and began working on the slightly hairy hole. I licked from the outside in, sticking my nose in the crack and enjoying the nasty smell. To my disappointment, he got bored with my service to his anus and turned around again. "So far you've been a lousy cocksucker. Can't you do any better than that!" Now I was irritated. I knew I was a good cocksucker. My dad always told me so! I was insulted. I was now determined to show the guy that I really did know how to suck a cock. I licked from his balls, up his shaft to the tip and then opened my mouth wide. I sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. His foreskin still hadn't moved at all by this time, and I was determined to get at his cock head with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around the head and began to wiggle my tongue around the piss slit very slowly. He started to moan, so I kept it up. It took some doing, but I started to wiggle my tonge around between the foreskin and the head. Once I got my tongue in there I was rewarded with a wonderful taste. The flavor was pure, concentrated cock, piss and cum. I was getting a taste of his cock cheese, which had pretty much glued his foreskin to the head. I couldn't get enough of it. I wiggled my tongue in deeper, trying to get as much of it out as I could. It was hard work, but I really wanted to make him cum. He grabbed my head and began to face fuck me. I really love it when a guy does that to me. I was in heaven. Just then a customer came in. Instinctively I pulled away, but the guy held my head on his cock. I realized that probably nobody could see me sucking him off behind the counter, so I just tried to be as quiet as I could, with my lips still around his cock. The customer was some chick who bought some fashion magazines and a scratch-off ticket. She must have been pretty hot, because I felt the guy's dick instantly get harder in my mouth as he flirted with her. I slowly started a rhythm going on his cock, being careful not to make any noise to give us away. I could tell he was enjoying it. He gently started to thrust his hips. I could tell he was also being careful not to give us away. He gave the girl her change and as soon as I heard her leave he began fucking my face wildly. After about 30 seconds I felt his hot cum flooding the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head off his cock and shot his load all over my face. Then he smeared it all over my face with his cock, mixing his cum with my dad's, which had already started to dry on my face. Then he wiped his cock on my hair. I looked up at him. "Here's your smokes, you little turd." He grabbed a pack of Lucky Strikes and threw it at me. I tried to catch it but I fumbled. I picked it up off the floor. I stood up and began to walk through the part of the counter that opened up so the cashier could get in and out. The guy grabbed me by the hood of my sweatshirt. "Where's your fuckin' manners, penis breath?" "Thanks for the cigarettes." He still didn't let go. "That all?" he snarled. I'd had practice with this sort of thing, so I knew what he wanted to hear. Adam and his friends loved to make me say humiliating things after I had sucked their cocks. In fact, Adam and Cole had spent one afternoon making me say the most degrading stuff I could think of into a tape recorder. Adam would usually play the tape whenever his friends came over to get them horny before I had to service them. So it was pretty easy for me to figure out how he wanted to be thanked. "Thank you for letting me lick your ass clean for you. I loved being your toilet paper. Thank you for using me as the dirty cum rag that I am, because I know the only thing I'm good for is to be used as something for a hot guy like you to shoot his load into. Thank you so much for letting me put your beautiful cock in my mouth. I know I don't deserve to service such a fine piece of meat." "Now get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass!" When I got back to the car and gave Dad his cigarettes, he looked at all the cum dripping off my face and said, "I knew I could count on you. You're a good boy, Jaden. You didn't wipe any cum off your face and you even got some more. Now get in the back seat. I want you buck naked by the time we hit Plainfield Road." "Yea, Dad. We're gonna have fun this weekend!" I got into the back seat and Dad opened up his pack of Lucky's. I was curious about when my Dad started smoking, since I had never seen him do it before. He handed the first cigarette to me. "Go ahead, Jaden. You earned it." "But I don't smoke!" I protested. "You do now." He lit my cigarette, and then he lit his own. Then he started the car and pulled back onto the road. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "Could we stop at that convenience store every time you pick me up for the weekend?" "If you want. I'm sure I can always find something to send you in and get for me."  

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Banded

 

I was always a farm boy, although I think I thought of myself more as a rancher than a field worker. We raised crops for sure, corn mostly, and I’ve been working in the fields since I can remember. But what I liked best were the animals, and I have always enjoyed that part of it far more than tending crops. Yeah, I’ve loved animals as long as I can remember. My dad raised cattle, hogs, and sheep, which is an unusual combination, but he liked the variety and if the price fell for one of them then our market losses were often offset by having the other breeds to sell.

I was probably eight or nine the first time I saw a bander being used, and by the time I was a thirteen year old I was an old hand as castrating livestock. It wasn’t so much that I enjoyed it, as it was just a chore that had to be done. Still, when you are slipping thick rubber bands around a young bull’s scrotum or nutting the young hogs one after the other you are certainly aware of what you are doing, and I’d always get hard when it was going on. I don’t know why, but I did, but it wasn’t so much that I was consciously thinking about it. I mean, it’s just a chore. If you aren’t gonna breed them, then if they’ve got balls you nut them, plain and simple, and the bander is the easiest way to do it. Just put on the band, and after that it does the work and within a couple of weeks their balls literally fall right off. I’ve castrated pigs, calves, ponies, and sheep, and I’ve done more scrotums in my lifetime than I can count. Of course, I never thought I’d be banded, never thought that in a million years, although we sometimes would joke about it when we were out doing the animals.

But I think every farm kid alive is aware of the device, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that if you put one of those bands around a teenager’s balls, it would do the same thing to him as it would do to any other animal. Of course, animals don’t have any idea what you are doing to them, and they really don’t fight it because they don’t understand what’s happening. My dad uses an EZY, because it’s fast and works well, and it didn’t take me long to master it. All you do is load the device with a pre-made latex band, sized for the animal you are nutting, and then you can do it in less than twenty seconds. It’s a one person deal—and there are no hassles with trying to stretch the band while castrating because the band is already stretched in the device, so it’s a simple matter to slip the scrotum through the spread band, and then just slide it off the jaws of device, clip the band, and it is done. The animal doesn’t even react, and within a half hour or so it’s nuts are numb and after that they just slowly die. Of course, if you ever did a human it would probably be different, cause for one thing a guy KNOWS what his balls are for, and he sure as shit isn’t ever gonna spread his legs and let some guy put some rubber ring around his sack. No, no sane guy alive is ever gonna allow someone to do that. At least, that’s what I thought.

Now, before I describe what happened to me, I guess I should at least talk about punishment on the farm, cause when you misbehaved where I was growing up, you got the strap. Plain and simple, if you screwed up, it was a trip to the barn, and that’s where you bent over one of the low hog fences inside the barn, which was typically about waist high. Then you had to grab and hold onto the lower rung of the fence while dad painted your bare bottom with the strap. At our farm it was a big razor strap, about three feet long and about 1/8 of an inch thick, and that fucker burned like a fire when it was being ripped into your bottom. Now, I know in this day and age that seems cruel, but it was just the way farm boys were punished, and you got used to it and that was that. If you didn’t hang onto the lower rail while you were taking your licks, then dad would use a leather horse rein and tie your wrists together, and then with your hands tied then you bent over the rail, and he looped the leather around the lower rung and after that you weren’t going anywhere no matter how hard you squirmed. Usually when one of the three of us was getting strapped, the other two had to watch, and I’ve watched my older brothers more times than not hanging over the hog fence, their balls swinging as my dad worked that leader strap up between their legs and across their bottom until both cheeks were flame red.

We didn’t get strapped all that often; so it’s not like it was an everyday thing. Dad didn’t strap any of us until we turned thirteen; he said the strap was a man’s punishment and if you didn’t behave as a teenager then you had it coming. Thomas got the strap at sixteen when he got caught smoking. Jeremy got it at 13 for stealing, and again at 14 for lying to mom. He always got his hands tied when he took the strap, cause he would always let go and grab his ass instead of laying there with his legs spread while the strap taught him the lesson.

When Thomas got caught fucking his girlfriend at 19 he got the strap again, and I’ll never forget the way my dad worked that thing on his ass that time. Yeah…sex outside of marriage was one of the big ones, and he strapped my brother’s ass for a good ten minutes. I remember that time well, because my brother’s dick was hard while he was being strapped, and that only infuriated my dad even more.

As for me, I got the strap twice at thirteen, but after that I just behaved myself and never had to feel it again. Still, when I was watching my older brothers get their bottoms lashed I usually grinned, and there was something sort of primal about the way they would jerk and pull and struggle as that piece of leather painted their buttocks cherry red. You didn’t forget a strapping after you saw one, or worse, felt one, and it did cause you to change your behavior that’s for sure. As a farm kid we just learned to respect authority, and I said “yes sir” to my dad without even thinking about doing anything else.

I was one of the good kids, as I wasn’t stupid, and I just figured out it was easier to behave myself, and so I somehow avoided the strap. But I feared it, that’s for sure, as did all of my friends.

Yeah, most of my friend’s parents also used the strap, because in school we would all swap stories, but my best friend in all the world had it worse than any of us. I had the chance to find that out for myself when I was sixteen; that’s when I got to see my best friend get it. I was over at the Kramer’s farm playing with Michael—we had gone squirrel hunting without any luck. Michael’s dad had died when he was a baby, but his mom ran their ranch with an iron fist and she was one woman everyone feared. She had hired a few hands to help her run things, but for the most part she knew what she was doing and she was a woman not to be fooled with.

I had always been polite to her, and been careful, and I was over there a lot because Michael and I were best friends. On the day I saw her strap my best friend it was all over his chores; when we went hunting together he had skipped out on his chores to do it, and so when we got back his mom was less than pleased. I watched him get strapped right in front of me, and I’ll never forget that because he was sixteen and I remember that I was staring and watching him as his mom took care of business.

Now, she didn’t exactly strap him herself, but she might as well have. For the deed itself she went and got one of the hired hands, and this big guy about twenty-five with forearms the size of hams came in and did the job. Yeah, that hired hand burned my best friend’s naked bottom. She had Michael toss his school jacket over a hog fence in their barn, then lay down over it, in about the same way my own dad did it to my brothers. The hired hand secured his wrists together too, just like my dad did, and then he secured them to the bottom rail.

It was all eerily similar to what my brothers got at home, except that when that guy started on my best friend’s naked ass he did it while his mom was yelling and cussing, and he worked that strap right across his cheeks, and into the recess of his crack as well. I’ll never forget watching that, watching Mike’s teenage balls swing as he struggled, and it wasn’t long before he was begging. I tried to leave, but she had insisted I stay, and so while I watched that man burned his naked bottom with that strap with a vengeance. Mike was totally at his mercy, and with his hands tied to that lower rail he was exposed and there was nothing left to my imagination. In a lot of ways his body was the body of a young man, but even so at sixteen he was crying by the time it was done like a ten year old, and I’ll never forget the way his ass bobbed up and down, almost as if he was fucking that fence rail right in front of his mom and me. That hired hand knew exactly what he was doing, and at the end he flicked the tip of the strap right against his hole about six times in a row, and I think that caused Mike’s entire body to jerk and shake, and then he tossed his head back and his eyes went really wide. His hole started to wink at all of us, and as it did he started grunting then, and when he did that she just laughed, and then right after that the hired hand just tossed the strap over my friend’s ass and walked out of the barn. What they knew and what I soon discovered is that Mike had shot his spunk at the end, and I’d never seen a punishment like that, never in my life, and compared to what my brother’s got Mike’s punishment was in a entirely different league. When I went to untie him that’s when I saw it, that he had ejaculated onto his jacket during his punishment. He was so humiliated, and his face was as red as his ass. I didn’t say anything but we both knew what he had done and I got him a rag to wipe up the goo.

When I went home I jacked off just thinking about it. I didn’t see him for a couple of weeks except at school, but the next time I was over at his place he mentioned it, and then we were just staring at each other in a strange sort of way. I’m still not sure what happened next but I told him that I didn’t mind that he had cum, and I admitted that I had jacked off afterwards after I had watched him shoot his spunk. I don’t know why I shared that with him, but then after I did the next thing I knew he asked me if I liked guys, and I hesitated, and then nodded very slowly. That’s when he said: “I figured you did.”

Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. Things just happened then, and he unsnapped his jeans and his cock sprang out and then without any hesitation I just sucked him off until he spurted his jism and I swallowed his teenage seed.

He didn’t return the favor, so I jacked off while he watched. I went home and didn’t know what to say then, but after that he was on my mind constantly. At school he didn’t say anything, and so I wasn’t sure where things stood. I knew it was one sided, and he had a girlfriend at school and they seemed to get more serious right after that, and soon he was dating her whenever he could so I wasn’t sure where we were going.

Finally, after a couple of weeks I invited him over and he came, and when we got together in my barn and were finally alone I asked him if he was mad at me. He said: “Mad? Nope…not at all.” Then, sure as shit, he asked me to suck him again, and I did, and after that it was soon my favorite game. I begged him to suck me, and he licked me once, for a few minutes, but then all I could get him to do was to jerk me off after I had sucked him dry.

Still, it was something. He was always talking of his girlfriend, and how he was going to fuck her soon, and yet whenever we would get together he wanted me to suck him off. Sometimes he would close his eyes and pretend I was her, calling me by her name. That always pissed me off.

I would be sucking him, and he would roll his head back, and with his eyes closed he would say: “Yeah…that’s it Kathy. Yeah…that’s it. Suck it…yeah…just like that. Oh yeah baby….suck my cock. Suck my cock and make me cum!”

I didn’t like him pretending I was his girlfriend, and I almost stopped sucking him because of it. But, I liked the feeling of his dick when he shot, and I loved the taste of his jism even if I was just playing out his girl fantasy as he was enjoying his blowjobs.

He didn’t acknowledge our game, and at school or everywhere else he just acted like nothing special was going on between us. Now, this wasn’t something we did all that often, mostly because we were both too damn busy with our farm chores and didn’t live all that close together. Now, we both knew it was wrong of course, I mean, guys just don’t do stuff with guys, but that didn’t stop either of us from wanting to do stuff whenever we were together, and by the time we were seventeen we had the game pretty much figured out. I would suck him dry, and he would pretend I was his girlfriend. Now, I had this weird idea that I wanted to fuck him. I had never fucked anyone, and didn’t have a girlfriend, but as a farm boy I was constantly aware of all the animals and their fucking, and doing “IT” was certainly on my mind, probably the way it is on the mind of every seventeen year old teenage boy who has ever lived. But he wasn’t into that, and so it was just this fantasy, this need that could not be truly satisfied by jacking my cock with my fist.

Then, when he was seventeen and a half he ask me if he could borrow two hundred dollars from me. He was working on a set of wheels, and I figured if he got a pickup I’d have a chance to see more of him, not less, and I had the money saved so I loaned it. But when I did I said to him, “I’ll give you the money, but you gotta pay it back to me by my birthday. If you don’t, then you bend over and I get to fuck you.”

He had laughed, but agreed, and after that it was sort of this unsaid thing we both shared, and I would kid him about it. He was working chores to pay me back, and he had the full intention to do so, and so I didn’t honestly believe I’d ever mount his hole. But I wanted to, and I fantasized about it. Well, a week before I turned eighteen he had the money, but then he wrecked the farm tractor and his mom was really pissed. She took his money to get it fixed, all of it, and his dream for his pickup went into the trash. And, with only a week before my birthday things were looking up for my fantasy to become reality.

Now, he and I were both teenage boys, but we were as different as night and day. For one thing, he liked girls, and I liked guys. For another, he was growing the beginnings of a beard, with hair on his chest and a thick patch above his groin. His thick pubic hair accentuated a fat cock, and he was well into manhood. His nuts were always tight and pulled up in his sack. In contrast, I was still going through puberty, and I wasn’t shaving yet and except for a sparse bit of hair above my cock and two little patches under my arms I was as smooth as a much younger boy. My cock wasn’t all that big either, although it was long enough. But even at six inches, it was thin, like a boy’s pole instead of a man’s and I just hoped it would get thicker eventually. But I did have a good set of low hanging balls, that would swing beneath my legs like a bulls nuts swing, and I was proud of them. But except for my big set of nuts, I was somewhat embarrassed about looking like a younger teen, but still I had sex on my mind and I liked jacking off a lot and my bullocks seemed to produce a lot of seed. When I came I would always shoot a big load, and I loved grunting it out.

As for fucking my friend, of course he tried to beg his way out of it, saying he would get me the money but needed a little more time, but I wanted him bad, and I wasn’t into letting him off. I looked him right in the eye and said: “Michael, you made the deal, and a deal is a deal. I want the money, or you. I’m coming over next Saturday, on my 18th birthday, and you pay up one way or the other.”

Now, farm boys have a creed, and paying your debts is one of the rules, even if it means bending over a bail of hay and letting your best friend mount your ass. Yeah, even that. And so, on my eighteenth birthday, I got to do what I had wanted to do since I could remember thinking about it. Now, before he took off his pants Michael made a big deal to tell me that he had just fucked Kathy the previous weekend, and so this didn’t mean anything. But I could have cared less how many girls he had fucked. His ass was mine, and I wanted it. He looked at me, and bit his lip, but then he said: “OK…OK. I’m gonna let you do it, because you’ve been wanting it for so long. It’s just because of the money I owe, and I’m not a welcher. But this is a one time deal. Just go slow—I don’t want it to hurt.”

OH FUCK. God I got hard. Rock hard. It was just him and me in his barn, and I was smart enough to know that if he was getting it with his girlfriend I figured he wasn’t gonna need my lips on his cock much longer. So, this was a real treat and opportunity, and as I stood there looking at him I was rock hard and more eager than I had ever been. He surprised me even more because he sucked me for a few minutes until I got even harder; yeah, I’ll never forget that either, and then I literally jerked off his jeans and within a few minutes I had him over a bail of hay. I used a lot of udder cream for lube, as it was handy, and then I slowly pushed my slicked up cock into my best friend’s ass. Soon I was slowly sliding in and out of his oh-so-tight ass, my big teenage nuts slapping against my best friend’s hole. He had his head arched back, grunting as he took my thin six inch pole all the way to the hilt.

I don’t now how long we fucked, but not all that long, and I just didn’t have a lot of control as it was my first fuck of my life. I wanted it to last, but I was unprepared for how tight he was or how hot he was, and so suddenly I just shot my wad, filling up his ass with my jism, and as I pumped it out I savored the feeling. He too ejaculated, and we came together he and I, my load shooting into him as I felt the rhythmic contractions of his groin as his own nuts spewed out his seed and squirted into the bale of hay he was laying over.

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, we both heard the distinct sound of a shell being chambered in a pump 12 gauge. I spun around, still buried to my balls in his ass, and the same hired hand that had strapped my friend at sixteen was staring down the barrel. For a second I was certain he was going to blow my head right off. I screamed “Don’t Shoot!” and pulled out, and he took in my dripping cock and my best friend’s just-just fucked hole. I knew right then I was dead meat.

I tried to talk, but she said “SHUT THE FUCK UP QUEER BOY!”

Time seemed to stand still, and I had no idea what to do. I raised my hands up high, hoping like hell he woudn’t pull the trigger. Michael stood up and started yelling: “He fucked me! I didn’t want him to…but I owed him. I owed him money and he made me! He made me!”

I was so stunned I didn’t know what to say!

Then Michael went for his jeans, but the hired hand said: “Don’t bother Michael. You’ve earned a strapping, as has your friend. You can put them back on after I’ve burned your bottom.”

I tried to turn, I think to run, but he yelled “DON’T MOVE YOU PERVERT—YOU MOVE AND I’LL KILL YOU!”

I tried to talk then, even if I didn’t know what to say, but he told me to shut the fuck up. Then, he looked at my friend, and said: “You OK Michael?”

He nodded, and said: “Yeah….it was a bet. I didn’t have any choice! It’s not what you think! I owed him two hundred dollars, and, and I had to pay or let him.”

He looked at him, and then at me. Then he said: “I don’t think your mom would be too pleased bet or no bet. “Get the rope…tie his writs together, and then he’s gong over the fence, cause he’s got a strapping coming. I’m gonna strap the skin right off of his ass. And your’re getting it too, unless you want me to call your mom instead.”

I was scared shitless. I didn’t know what do! I hadn’t been strapped in a damn long time….but at the same time I figured that if my dad found out I’d for sure be getting the strap, and so the idea of being strapped for fucking my friend for sure didn’t seem all that out of line. And, while I knew it was going to be a strapping to be remembered, I figured maybe, yeah maybe, if I was really lucky my dad might not hear about it, especially if the hired hand didn’t call Michael’s mom. So, I let my best friend tie my hands, while the hired hand watched and made sure he did it tight, and then he bent me over the hog fence, so that my hands were down near my ankles and that’s where he tied them, to the bottom rail. After that I didn’t have many options.

Then, the hired hand said to Mike: “OK…you too. Over there, in the corner. Over the fence, and get your ass perched up nice and high. You’ve got a strapping coming that you’re not ever gonna forget!”

I couldn’t see all that much of Michael as the fence he was leaning over was across the barn, but I could hear him as he bent over the fence, and the man who was going to punish him tied him in place. With my head near my knees I could just make out the top of the fence, and I had a view of Mike’s upturned bottom, totally exposed and now, like mine, just waiting for the strap. But there was a bail of hay in the way, so I couldn’t see all that much. But it didn’t matter. We were both gonna get our ass’s blistered, and that was pretty fucking obvious.

Then, the hired hand came back to me, with two shorter ropes in his hands, and he put one loop around each ankle, and tied my legs out so that they were in an inverted “V”, spread apart, which exposed everything of course and made it crystal clear that I was totally exposed for a very thorough strapping. I had never seen that done before, and it was not a good feeling, but at that point there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

I said: “Please mister…please man. It’s not what you think. I swear.”

Then he said: “Shut the fuck up. I know what I saw. I’m gonna burn your fag ass, and I’m not gonna listen to you beg like a wimp.” Then, he reached down and pulled my right sock off, and shoved it in my mouth. Then he ripped off a long piece of duct tape, and wrapped it around my mouth, and after that I was pretty much gagged and the only sound I could make was a mumble. After he had gagged me he stood back and looked at me, and that’s when he said: “There. Damn. Look at those balls. Fuck, your hung, just like a bull calf. I’ll have to give you that, you’ve got an impressive set of balls. Well, too bad you don’t know what there for. Enjoy the gag–I don’t want to hear you yelling when I’m strapping you.”

From across the barn I heard Michael: “Thomas…listen. IT was just a bet….I lost. I…I mean…I don’t think that you…”

“SHUT UP MICHAEL. GUYS DON’T FUCK GUYS! I either handle this, or I get your mom. You got that? Do you want your mom to know her son opened his hole for a faggot?”

I heard Mike say “No…oh God. Please man…just don’t tell mom. Please don’t tell mom!”

Then the hired hand went back to where Mike was tied over the fence, and he said: “OK Michael, I think you are right. Cause if I tell her what I saw today I think it would kill her. I thought you had a girlfriend? You queer too?”

He shook his head. “No man…I’m not. Kathy’s my girl…you’ve met her man! I’ve fucked her twice man! I swear! Hell, I just fucked her last Saturday! Oh please…OH GOD. It was just a bet. It was his idea man, and I had to let him…I had to! I’m not a queer!”

“Well, OK. But I know what I saw. I’m going to strap you, and I’m gonna strap him and I owe your mom enough to teach both of you a lesson. You’re gonna get burned boy, and so is your friend. I know what I saw, and he fucked you…he fucked you like a girl and you had your legs spread!”

Then, he said: “You’re getting your socks stuffed in your mouth too. I don’t want you guys yelling…your mom might hear and I don’t think we want her in the middle of this mess. I’m gonna strap you hard, and you need to keep quiet. Some things just need to be handled by a man.”

He gagged Michael then, and I could tell it had been done because Mike was mumbling and it was clear he was eating his socks just like I was. Then, that having been taken care of, the big man picked up the leather strap, and whipped it through the air, and it seemed to sing. Suddenly, he brought it down onto Mike’s upturned ass, and as he did it literally lit him on fire.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

“URGHHHHHHHHH!” Mike yelled into his gag, and after that the blows just started raining down, one after the other. I could hear the fence shaking, and Mike begging, his cries muffled and yet it was clear he was begging even so. His strapping went on and on and on. I couldn’t see it, but I could tell my friend’s bottom was getting redder and redder, and there was no mercy at all in his strapping. By the time it was over Michael was whimpering like a baby, a well spanked little boy and totally defeated.

Now, it was my turn.

The hired hand came to me, and his face was painted in anger. I was gagged, spread and tied down, bent over the fence and with my ass exposed and ready to be punished. It was not a good position to be in when you have just turned eighteen. It is not a good position to be in at all.

He didn’t keep me waiting.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I’ll never forget that strap, and the way he slammed it into me. He struck every single inch of exposed skin, and I jerked and thrashed and twisted and turned while that red neck ranch hand burned my bottom. It just went on and on and on, and eventually the tears came and even so there was no let up. He strapped my buttocks, and he strapped my inner legs. He strapped my entire ass until it was cherry red, and he finally strapped my hole, again and again and again, until it too was puffed up and thoroughly punished. He knew just how to flick the tip into that spot, with a well-practiced motion, and I think if I hadn’t just shot my wad into my best friend’s ass I might have even ejaculated again. But thankfully, I didn’t. Finally, it was done. I just lay there with my eyes closed, the tears flowing out, sobbing and with the snot dripping from my nose. I was well spanked, and my entire ass was on fire.

Suddenly, I felt him fondling my big sack of nuts, and before I even knew what was happening my scrotum was in his fist and for a second I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I opened my eyes, and because the way I was bent over I was staring right between my legs, and there, in his fist, was my set of balls. Hanging from his wrist was an EZY Livestock Castration Tool, and his fist was holding my scrotum and I could see he had already slipped the loop of rubber up and over my scrotum as he had grabbed it. OH GOD HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING AND HE WAS GONNA BAND ME! I tried to scream, but my socks were still stuffed in my mouth, and I started shaking and jerking and pulling against the ropes that held me spread-eagled. He was going to geld me like a bull calf! OH GOD!

He laughed, and then he winked at me, and as he did he moved his wrist and there was this SNAP, and suddenly the band was free of the jaws of the banding pliers, and as it snapped closed above my balls it cinched off the blood supply in that single instant just exactly like it was designed to do! HE HAD BANDED ME! OH FUCK! He was really doing it! He was castrating me! I had banded my share of animals of course, and I knew exactly what was happening. I could see the little rubber donut there, all cinched down now and literally killing my balls, just as I had seen it kill so many animal scrotums over the years I had been on the farm. It was designed to kill the balls on a bull calf up to 350 pounds, and there was no doubt at all that it if stayed around my nuts then it was definitely going to do my own balls in and that was a certainty. OH FUCK! NO! NO! I was surprised, as it didn’t hurt all that much, but I KNEW what it was doing, and I fought with every single muscle in my body. I tried to scream, and I shook my head side to side, but he just patted my rear and said “It’s ok little guy…don’t worry….you’ll be better off without your balls and by morning you’ll be a steer. Your days of boy fucking are over.”

I jerked to get free with every single muscle in my body, but the ropes around my ankles were tight, and my legs were spread and there was nothing I could do to get them free. Likewise, my wrists were secured well to the bottom rail of the fence, and I was bent over, my flame red ass up in the air, and now my banded nuts were hanging down between my legs and were literally being strangled. OH FUCK I WAS BEING CASTRATED JUST LIKE A BULL CALF AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOU IT!

Then, he stood up behind me, and slowly started to run his right hand over my naked ass. He felt the skin, ran his hand up between the crack of my cheeks, and then hefted my banded balls and I could feel him there, fondling the individual testicles like plumbs ripe for the picking, which were now being starved of blood. He picked up my cock, and as hard as it is to believe I had a full boner. For some stupid reason my cock had gone hard as soon as the band has snapped around my balls. I don’t know why really, but my cock was as hard as a piece of steel, almost as if it sensed the need to get hard while it still could. OH FUCK I WAS HARD AND MY BALLS WERE DYING!

Then he said: “Wow…for a new steer, you sure have an eager dick! The end of it is slick with sperm—you’re dripping. Hell, I think you like being castrated.” Then he licked his lips, and then he said: “You know little fella, that little hole of yours seems pretty tight. Did your pencil dick like fucking Michael’s ass?”

As he said the word “ass” he shoved his finger into my hole, and I arched my back and grunted. Fuck! I had never had anything up my ass, ever, and when I shuddered it made him laugh. Suddenly he was unbuckling his jeans, and before I knew it his big cock, a monster cock really, sprang up and eager. Next to his massive rod, my cock looked like a boy’s pole. OH GOD. HE WAS GOING TO FUCK ME!

Then he said: “You know…I could never fuck a guy. Never in a million years. But you aren’t a guy anymore really; no…you’re well on your way to becoming a steer; and your hole sure looks eager for it. In fact, with your balls banded, it kind of reminds me of a pussy. I think you ought to at least learn what Michael had to suffer through, don’t you?”

I shook my head and screamed, but it didn’t make any difference. There was nothing I could do, and then, without really any warning, he just pushed the big head of his cock right up against the entrance to my bowels. And, a few seconds after that, he leaned forward, and then he slowly slid into me until he was buried to his balls.

I felt like he was gonna split me in two. God he hurt! He didn’t care of course, and then once he was all the way in then he fucked me, with long hard strokes, ramming his cock deep into me with each thrust. He fucked me like an animal, hard and fast, and as he was doing the feeling in my nuts was a mixture of pleasure and a deep primal ache. He fucked me deep and hard, and he was slamming me up against the fence as he penetrated the depths of my soul. Suddenly I was cumming, the sperm shooting out of my stiff cock with a vengeance, in what was probably one of the biggest orgasms of my entire life. I was coming from a man’s cock in my ass, and without anything touching my own dick! God! I wasn’t in control of anything, and my body seemed to just jet out sperm, in spurt after spurt after spurt, almost as though my cock was trying to fertilize something, while my balls were still half alive and able to produce a load of semen. My cock was so stiff and it was pointed right at my face as I was staring at it, so I ended up shooting my wad onto my own face, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. I didn’t want to cum, but I came anyway, and I shot the biggest load of my life, perhaps as if my balls knew that it was their last. Whatever the reason, I came and came and came, and as I was coming he felt the rhythmic contractions of my sexual muscles and they in turn stimulated his own cock and so as much as I wished it wasn’t so the reality was that it was my own orgasm that put him over the edge.

He tossed his head back and yelled “OH FUCK YEAH….GOD YOU ARE TIGHT! I’m CUMMING STEER BOY!” Then he opened his eyes and starting jetting his sperm into my hole even as I too continued to ejaculate. I felt so defeated, like a concurred enemy, my tormentor’s seed deposited into the depths of my being like my hole was nothing more than a cheap whore’s pussy, there only for his pleasure. He savored every single moment of his orgasm, his nuts feeling maximum pleasure as he shot his wad, while my own balls ached in a way I cannot describe, noosed off from my body and literally dying on the vine.

He stayed inside of my rectum for probably a good five minutes, until his cock softened and slid out on his own. He clearly had enjoyed every single second of fucking me, and it was so damn unfair! He laughed, and as he zipped up his jeans I could feel his sperm literally running out of my hole. He had filled me with his jism!

Michael couldn’t see what had happened, but he could tell something had, and he was grunting and mumbling in his gag.

The hired hand then said: “Shut the fuck up over there, unless you want another round with the strap. I mean it. You say one more word, and I’ll strap your ass all over again.”

Then he slapped me on my ass, and hefted my banded balls one last time. Then he said: “I’m gonna go do some errands, as I need to gather up some stuff. You boys just sit tight, and enjoy yourselves. Somebody will be around in a little while. For now, I think you need to savor the lesson I have taught you two.”

He left then, and after that I hoped for a miracle. I had the thought he would might come back and cut off the band, and so I just waited and hoped like hell he wouldn’t wait too long. It was something to hope for, that he had only wanted me to think he was going to really castrated me. But pretty soon my nuts started to go numb, and I knew time was running out, and so I jerked against the ropes and struggled as hard as I could to get free, but I couldn’t get loose and there was nothing I could do to stop my castration.

I kept hoping, while my own spunk dried on my face, but nobody came to rescue me, and so I stayed there over that fence, my legs spread wide and that rubber donut cinching off my nuts. With the socks in my mouth I couldn’t call out to Mike, and apparently he couldn’t get free either. The tears came, and I knew it was for real. I was being castrated, and I was powerless to stop it. It was a long night. Finally, I heard the roosters start to crow at the crack of dawn, and felt the chill of the morning air. My nuts quit aching long before that, and as I stared at them I slowly watched them turn a darker color, and by the time the sun was up it was clear they were dead. The band had done its job, just like it was designed to do, and it was clear to me that I had been nutted, just like all of those animals I had nutted over the years I had grown through adolescence. The truth was that as a new 18 year old, I’d never have the chance to be a man. Yeah, the sad truth was that there was no doctor on earth that could save my balls now.

I cried and felt sorry for myself, but there wasn’t anything that I could do. I was tied out and banded, and so I waited, like a young steer waits, his dead nuts hanging down like useless orbs, dark and dead and just waiting to fall off. It was a horrible feeling, and laying there knowing you’ve been castrated was a terrible feeling that really can’t be described. My dead nuts were right in front of my face, and I had seen enough banded animals in my lifetime that I knew it was hopeless.

Michael’s mom came into the barn around 8am and found both of us, and she screamed and started cussing, and then she untied Mike and then me from the fence. She was clueless, but she wasn’t stupid, and could tell we had both been thoroughly strapped. Of course she saw the band right away as well, and she knew I had been nutted and it was crystal clear to her that my balls were already dead. I wanted to cut the band right off, but she stopped me, knowing that I needed to go to the hospital and let the doctors do it. Of course she had a lot of questions. When I told her the farm hand had done it to me she called the police. I didn’t tell her why; I mean, I didn’t see any point in telling her that I had fucked her son, and as it turned out I never told anyone. I mean, what good would it have done, and Mike sure didn’t want her to know.

The other thought I had was that it was still possible if my dad found out then I’d probably get strapped all over again, even though I had up and got myself castrated. So, yeah, some things are better left unsaid. I ended up in the hospital, but they couldn’t give me back my nuts of course, and in fact they ended up removing the entire scrotum to prevent gangrene from setting in. And of course the local sheriff never found the hired hand. All his stuff was gone, and he wasn’t stupid and hadn’t stuck around after he had had his fun and banded me.

The weird part of all of this is that Michael and I stayed friends. And what’s even weirder I suppose, is that I still suck him off on occasion. I guess his girl isn’t into oral, and so when he gets really horny I will suck him dry, and when I do he calls me by his girlfriend’s name and pretends my lips are hers. Sometimes, if he is really horny, and she hasn’t been spreading her legs for him, he will mount me instead. I don’t know, but I guess as a ball-less eunuch my perspectives have changed somewhat, and suddenly that doesn’t seem all that wrong anymore. Just before he cums in my ass he usually yells out her name, and then he tosses his head back and fills me with his seed.