Fiction: Disappeared Cop #8

After unloading my seed down Mark’s willing throat, I continued walking the trail, and resumed live playback of my captive in his cell. Once again he seemed to be dozing with the sedatives flooding his system and the army blanket laid over his mid torso and legs. I scrolled back through the footage to earlier, and his vain attempts at exploring the hex and padlocked metal seed pod his cock and balls were enclosed within. The Cialis clearly enhanced and frustrated the big restrained musclecop being amorous even more.

He looked like he was trying to tug his locked up hard meat with one hand while the other was fingering his own boyhole. The tight leather strap padlocked round his balls would cause pain each time he yanked the seed pod, and prevent his cock from getting the stimulation he needed to shoot his copload. Or at least so I’d planned. He certainly wasn’t entitled to that pleasure as far as he was my meat; he was just a muscle mouth and fuckhole to be used. I’d have liked to see the frustrated look on his face and the grunts of exertion. Before long he’d given up the fight and accepted there would be no happy ending anytime soon.

He felt around the walls of the cell again before locating the drinking straw. I was pleased to see he was still unable to remove the heavy steel helmet and was essentially blind in his own dark world. Previous boys told me that the sound while locked in the helmet was a distorted version of reality, with each external sound amplified and the focus of your own breath. His muscular frame bent submissively over the toilet and the drinking straw sucked down the liquid. I honestly didn’t remember if I’d left piss in it or fresh water. At least the camera gave me a good view of this angle.

Forwarding the video feed a little I watched him find the dumbbells I’d left in the cell and start using them for his biceps; each rep flexing beautifully for the camera. While I was enjoying the entertainment of the feed while I walked, the video was becomingly increasingly blocky and buffering; before long timed out completely as I moved outside cell coverage. My temporary entertainment over I enjoyed walking the trail and by this point it was warm enough I’d worked up a sweat.

it was early afternoon and I stopped to eat and drink before continuing the circular route back to my vehicle. The route back didn’t match the events of the walk up but the fresh air and sun had reset my stress levels and readied me for bar night with friends. I didn’t enter cellular coverage again until around 30 minutes before I got back to my truck; but long enough to see that after biceps, triceps, shoulders, lunges, pushups and situps my slave was thirsty and hungry, and downed both laced shakes one after another. In around an hour, he’d be asleep for at least six hours; and docile and placid when I woke him after only half that. The live view again showed him lying on his side in the locked helmet, with the blanket pulled up over his shoulders. I would let him rest; for now.

I returned to my split level house come playspace in less than 45 minutes; despite a minor detour via the surgery. I’d stocked up on a few items which might be useful that evening and for his ownership. He was still sleeping peacefully according to the live feed, hardly stirring in his forced slumber. This time, the sedative had won over the sex stimulation.

After showering off the day I considered that to wear for bar night that would compliment my new pet; was it a leather, uniform, rubber or skin type of evening? Perhaps harness, shirt, full Langlitz leathers and tall polished bike boots. Even if my pet wasn’t willing, there were plenty of bootboys who would make sure they were suitably spit shined by the end of the evening. Black leather gauntlets and traditional leather muir cap would finish off the Tom Of Finland look. I’d also snap my handcuffs, leg irons and a padlockable collar to my belt; as you never knew what situation would present itself. The bar thought nothing of any of it; it was used to the full leather and fetish customers.

I sat down with a coffee and scrolled to my pet; who was still not stirring. Warm from the shower and just in a pair of white cotton boxers, my thoughts about my evening planned again had my cock swelling and a moist patch again starting to form. I stroked and the moist patch became more pronounced; but I wanted to save my load for some willing mouth or more at the bar night. Before I knew, I must of drifted off, awaking to the dulling colours of dusk outside the window. It was perfect timing to change into my evening wear and get my pet ready for his night out of service.

I fastened the harness round my wide shoulders before the black leather shirt with police patches on the shoulders. The pockets shoulders and short sleeves were edged with white which enhanced my frame. I enjoyed the slow ritual of changing into a full leather master, the coolness of the leather shirt enclosing my chest and releasing the glorious aroma of leather as it warmed. Next came my black leather breeches; pulled up around my muscled quads and calves the white stripe enhancing my height. I didn’t feel this was the night for a rear zip so boys could taste that Daddy musk directly, but these pants certainly framed my thick cock with a pleasing bulge. The crotch, legs and butt were padded with cross stitching and many boys had tasted the leather before reward or frustrated denial. The sailor front zips provided easy access to skilled boys with a talented teeth and lips. Fastening the saddle leather polished belt I squeezed my crotch enjoying the feeling of leather enclosure and anticipation.

To complete my attire, I pulled on my highly shine police Dehner motorcycle boots one by one. I noticed that one had a little ash on from a previous scene; my pet would take care of that soon enough. The irony was that I now had another full uniform to enjoy which I was sure would fit; even if I might not be as wide as my sedated cop slave. I reckoned it would still carry his scent and would look good as my cock in his full uniform slid inside him. We’d try that later perhaps.

Grabbing my Langlitz jacket, wallet, keys and cell phone, I turned out the upstairs lights and headed down to the dungeon level. The sedatives were indeed working well; he was still on his side on his bunk, his head padlocked in the inescapable metal prison. He’d already eaten, taken care of his body functions; and now came more service. Tonight he would be turned into everything he previously taunted other gay men about; and become an anonymous human service urinal without any ability to resist.

I collected together all the gear I’d need, and it was time to return him to his position as sex object.

Again tucking the stun gun into my waistband his wrists and legs were still free despite his senses being disabled by the helmet. Slowly opening the cell door as quietly as possible, my dozing stud didn’t even react as I placed a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs on his bunk; then took my nightstick and connected it with the metal helmet with a metallic thunking sound. I took a step back as my sleepy sex slave woke with a start and threw off the army blanket sitting up with a grunt that he was no longer alone.

“I hope you enjoyed your free time slave. But now it’s time to return to your life as pigslave. We’re going to enjoy a nice pleasant evening out; and either this will be very difficult for you or significantly easier… your choice.”

“Yes sir” came a sleepy response; quiet but at least compliant.

“So as reward for your good behaviour; I’ll take that metal helmet off shortly; or else you can stay in it another day as a reminder that I own you and be tasered. Your choice”. I repeated. “There are a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs on your bunk. I want you to find them, first cuff your ankles, and then front cuff yourself. Then you’ll receive a reward by being released from your helmet. Do it now.”

He felt the bunk and located the cold metal, and explored the two items before identifying which was which. He lifted his legs, giving me a perfect view of the padlocked seed pod still in place, and perfectly peach muscle butt cheeks which I’d already enjoyed and would again before long. Enclosing each ankle within a loop, he pressed metal through metal and the ratchet clicked tight until the circle was tightly closed.

“Good pig… and next your hands...”

Again, no additional persuasion was needed; he dutifully felt the cuffs before fastening around one wrist and ratcheting shut, and with some manoeuvring, the other. Once again this compliant inked musclestud now fully restrained had my cock growing inside my leathers.

“Now stand up boy… and walk in the direction of my boots...”

With his head bowed and the shackles scraping across the concrete floor, I moved through into the main playroom; purposely not guiding him and showing I still had complete control. My boots stomped across the concrete floor and my leathers creaked beautifully. Once into the main playroom, I attached a heavy chain to the front of the helmet collar. I put tension on the other end of the chain and pulled, he hobbled helplessly towards the standing cage through which it was looped. A few tugs and his bare feet found the slight step up into the cage and he continued to follow the direction of the chain. I closed the top section of the cage bars and then the lower once he was fully inside.

“Now stand still”

To complete the securing, I pulled the heavy padlock closed at the side of the top section of bars; before repeating on the lower section. There was a slightly more open section between the locked sections so a boss had easy access to a boy’s cock and butt level without ability to resist. There were also numerous attachment loops both in and around the cage for further control of a boy if it was needed.

Once secured I ran my gloved hand down the boy’s thigh, enjoying the feeling of the flexing muscle, over his bulging quads, down the calf to the ankle. I inserted and twisted the key to unlock the legcuffs before sliding them safely out of reach. I left the hands still cuffed while I turned my attention to unlocking the heavy padlock of the steel helmet and putting the hex key in the lock and twisting just a few times. Finally, I inserted my key in the handcuffs, and one at a time, let them swing open and took them out the cage.

“Now lift your hands up to the helmet, find the key and turn it anti clockwise”.

Without question, he raised his hands, felt around for the key, and slowly turned it, gradually separating the sections of the heavy helmet. Before long the two sections of the lock came apart, and the helmet swung open.

“Just take it and put it on the floor boy”.

He blinked and frowned as the strong lighting of the playroom overwhelmed his optic nerve after so long in darkness; and then his gaze moved to around him and his fully clad leather owner in front of him. He dipped his gaze down; either looking at his still securely locked cock, or in submission of his captor. His square jaw showed the pressure marks from his enclosure and the dark stubble was really starting to show. I thought it made him look more rugged than the clean cut he was when he first because my property.

“Take the small key that’s hanging on the chain above your head. Now, unlock the padlock that’s keeping your faggot cock locked away. Do it now”.

He immediately located the key; and I expected by this point he’d be all too keen to release his manhood from the enforced metal prison. But there was definite hesitation.

“Was that unclear boy? I want your cock unlocked. I’m surprised that we need persuasion for that...” I took the stun gun pushed it through the cage against his bulging quad. I was about to pull the trigger when there was a timid quiet but gruff response.

“SIR NO SIR. But I no longer own my junk SIR. YOU DO SIR”

This was somewhat of a surprise given recent resistance, but nonetheless I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows and subconsciously I heard fireworks in my head. This was too easy; he was confined; what else was going on here I wondered.

“Unlock yourself slave. Now”

The threat of further pain compliance seemed to resolve whatever was causing the resistance and he looked down to the seed pod locking him, and his muscular arms took a hold of the pod and searched for the padlock keyhole. Before long it was located and with a click the padlock was released and the two sides hinged apart. It seemed that even locked up this bull was semi hard and the leather retaining strap padlocked tightly round his balls was now the only thing constraining him. With the key again inserted in the padlock and turned he was finally released and the pod fell away. Immediately his cock sprang vertical to its full length, the big purple head now being allowed to drip pre-cum without constraints and his heavy tanned balls falling to their natural spot.

Perhaps it was denial for so long; perhaps it was the forced drugging; but this boy was horny; there was no doubt. I’d seem him playing with his hole on the camera earlier but was he genuinely getting turned on by this treatment; being owned; being my sex object? Certainly, I was enjoying his arousal and potential embarrassment. I had a thought: this cunt likes being treated as a pig. I could even see the oozing precum which was now moistening this boy’s cockhead.

With his hands and feet fully restrained, I certainly wasn’t going to let him enjoy himself or unload his seed, so I needed to take control of the situation again quickly. Taking some of the earlier equipment; I pushed the heavy bundle through the bars of the cage.

“Put this on slave. This is the first of your attire for this evening; you need to step into the moulded boots first from the rear; then pull the suit up over your torso, pull your cock and balls through the hole in the front of the suit and put your arms down into the sleeves; before turning round and I was pull up the zipper to your neck”.

I enjoyed watching him squat down the in cage as much as he could, first stepping one leg into the embedded boots; smoothing the heavy rubber suit over his bulging legs, and then the other. The suit would undoubtedly fit. He fondled his own cock and balls through the hole at the front of the suit – which I noticed where still moist and fully erect – before struggling to get his shoulders in. With some persistence; the stretched rubber eventually enclosed his wide chest, and both hands went down the sleeves.

“Now turn away from me slave”.

I took hold of the bottom of the zip and edged it closed to the neck. I could smell rubber, male musk and see sweat starting to bead across my meat’s back from the exertion. The additional lube made things easier, and the zip enclosed his back to the neck. There was no collar on this suit, because I had better plans for that. It suited him – the shiny rubber accentuating his muscled torso, tight butt and legs. I wondered if he was even aware enough to notice there was also a small access hole in the rear of the suit.

“Good. Now stand to face forward.” His cock still betrayed what seemed like his enjoyment of the whole situation. “Take the item I’ll pass you; pull it over your chest and buckle the collar around the back of your neck. Then push your arms down into the sleeves, and turn away again”

I took the heavy grade rubber straightjacket to my side, and fed it through the bars. It was an intense and sweaty 1mm enclosure experience for any boy lucky enough to experience it. The arm sleeves terminated in reinforced rubber mitts which made touch or manipulation of anything using a boy’s fingers completely pointless. The rear seam had a wide rubber collar for a boy’s neck, shoulder, mid back, and two buckling straps at waist level. A belt to pull the arms together in front, side loops for added control and two crotch straps completed the inescapable rubber prison. This particular jacket I’d had custom made with additional crosshatch rubber panels across the shoulders and sleeves to increase the visual look of the jacket. It went without saying that every single buckle would lock.

Unfolding the mass of rubber and straps passed through the bars he remained harder than ever as he realised his pending fate. As duly ordered, he found the wide rubber collar and the inside of the jacket and lifted the mass of heavy rubber to his shoulders, pulled the heavy rubber collar around his existing suit, and buckled it closed. Then holding up the weight of the jacket with one hand, he pushed his muscular arm into the dark enclosing prison, before following through with the other hand. A drip of pre-cum fell on the cage floor as he turned away from me, his pink and purple cock head still standing at attention.

I fastened the top shoulder buckle quickly and tightly, adding to my meat’s confinement in tight rubber. I followed with the mid back strap fastening it tightly across his wide shoulders before the lower back straps cinched tight against his narrow waist. The warm rubber creaked and the smell of warm rubber and warm leather was heady.

“Now cross your arms in front boy”

I took told of each hanging arm strap, making sure it was fed through the loops at the side of the jacket, and then pulled them tight together forcing him in to the traditional arms cross restrained position, before fastening the heavy rubber strap and buckle. This was another good visual and my cock stirred in my leathers again. Next, a few finishing touches before his night of slavery would begin.

A Carrara metal chastity belt would be the next item, and would fit over the suit perfectly. In his restrained caged position, he was no risk; and I took my time in applying the metal waist belt central lock. His cock was still standing hard but the moistness made it easier to line up the end of his cock with the internal cock sleeve inside this metal prison. It slid away into its prison easily, and I brought the other side of the belt round, and pushed it into the locking mechanism. It made a satisfying click as I tightened it further over the rubber, pressed it locked, and then turned the key. I swore he grunted as the lock closed.

To complete the chastity, there was another item to add and given earlier observations I actually thought it was going to enjoy it more than I’d hoped. I turned him away from me, and added some lube to the lockable dildo which would make him grunt more. It was a reasonable size with three separate wide sections separated by narrow sections, and made out of cold steel. Locating the panel at the rear of the belt, I started pushing the dildo between my rubber slave’s legs, locating the hole in the rubber suit, and the boyfole behind. The suit hole was easy to find but the boyhole was less lined up. Before long the lubed dildo found it’s target and moved forward in my gloved hand. He grunted as the invader started pushing into his hole, but the first ridge disappeared easily, and I kept the pressure on as the second wide section again pulled into his hole to the narrow section. The plug was now in its final position in the belt, and I clicked the final padlock into place.

My pig boyslave would be staying locked and plugged the entire night; my buddies in the bar were used to heavyweight boys turning up to play; and this wasn’t an unusual for me to bring a boy obviously in this state.

It was almost time to head to the bar; but I still had more work to do. Safely in the cage, I went to other area of the playroom to retrieve triple weight heavy leg irons connected by a heavy chain. The practicalities of my full ownership had to be considered; he would remain hobbled all evening to prevent any opportunity. Putting them through the bars of the cage, I applied them to one rubber clad ankle; pulling the metal together and the self locking mechanism clicking shut securely. Then the other ankle followed, with a satisfying click of the lock. The length of chain was short – walking in a short shuttle was possible; but running was impossible.

Satisfied, finally it was time to let my pet out of his secure cage; and enjoy the bar with my friends. Turning keys in turn, I unlocked each padlock from the upper and lower sections of the standing cage, and swung the doors open.

“Out”

Completely restrained, chastised and hobbled he carefully stumbled out the cage.

“SIR thank you SIR”

“Now last thing boy before go out; down on your knees; or this will not end a good night for you”

It’s not easy for a six something completely restrained muscleboy to easily drop to his knees when locked and plugged; but with effort he managed to get down or rather fall down on his knees. There was only one recognisable identity left; which I needed to take care of and prepare him for his service in the club. I ran my hand down the back of his stubbled military cut, and back up over his forehead and down his nose; quickly covering it with my glove. He was already sweating inside his enclosure, but I wasn’t finished with his punishments.

Taking the heavy rubber hood I’d put out earlier, I quickly brought it down over his face and as he took a surprised breath, pushed the deep gag into his mouth and pushed the rubber hood against the rest of his face, pulling it back over his head, and pulling the heavy zipper down to the built in collar. Fastening the collar over the straightjacket collar tight enough that it would hold everything in place; a final heavy padlock was applied. He didn’t even suspect it coming; and the heavy hood would now focus him on his own breath sounds and the air or fluids which he’d soon have no choice to take.

“Good. Now it’s time to leave”

Hooking a heavy chain and further padlock to the front of the straightjacket, I pulled the chain and he stumbled forward in the direction I indicated his chains rattling and rubber creaking. Picking up my possessions and a few other items, we headed to the garage as part of the dungeon where my van was waiting. I unlocked the rear doors of the van, and stepped up still holding the chain.

“This way boy. Dogs always in the back”.

He managed to kneel on the edge of the van, and somehow move forward as I pulled the chain towards the eyebolt to his he’d be padlocked during the ride to the bar.

Fiction: Disappeared Cop #7

It must have been a long night for him. This was his new life. He was my property now and I would do with him as I pleased. He existed only as an object to serve and had no rights. Being strapped tightly in full head to toe rubber with senses disabled was advanced control; It was good he was fit and well. My continual chemical control would at least ensure there was some forced sleep.

Overnight, I’d checked the pig took some more fluids and was pleased to see that the output from the catheter had become far lighter to show he was again rehydrated. The high protein feeding would give him enough energy for the forthcoming few hours, and I would supplement him with more protein mixture. I know how to rear muscle beef.

It was a beautiful morning, and it seemed a shame not to enjoy some outdoors time while my pet was kept entertained. But I’d woken horny again and aching for relief, and by now the drugs would be starting to wear off. Manoeuvring the gurney back into his cell, I made haste in deflating the catheter and withdrawing it from its position. His still sedated state meant the procedure was straightforward and without struggle and he started to stir inside the tight rubber prison. I swung the seed pod chastity cage closed enclosing his flaccid member and fastened the hex lock returning it to its prison.

Adjusting the height of the gurney trolley, I slid the sleepsack across onto the rubberised padded mattress before loosening the hollow gag, breathing tubes and finally removing the tight deprivation hood and earphones. The sleepy eyes of my ruggedly handsome musclecop looked back at me with an absence of any emotion. He almost looked calm and that he had enjoyed the rubber cocooning and heavy programming. I’d certainly enjoyed the visuals. Stubble was starting to show around that square jaw, and the mouth just begging to be filled.

There’s certainly something about a muscular body in a sleepsack which gets me hard, and once again it was time to treat him as the object he was. Still with all belts fastened, I dragged the rubber sleepsack to one side and onto his stomach. Even through the sack I could see the muscular definition of his shoulders and traps and the bulge of the biceps stuffed down into the inescapable sleeves. My cock again came to full attention inside the sweat pants I was now wearing.

Straddling over the back of the sack, I put my full weight on it and gyrated against the rubber covering his tight and firm butt. If he wasn’t chemmed up he’d have felt my hard cock against the rear of the sack. Pulling the drawstring I released my swollen cock from the confines and slid out of my clothes. Reality must finally have connected with my slave’s brain and he could sense what was coming next and did his best to flex and squirm inside the sack. All it did was highlight his musculature more and make me hornier to be inside that tight fuckhole of his.

I enjoyed the ritual of my fingers taking the rear zip and slowly sliding it down to expose the two perfectly formed tanned and muscular orbs now ready lubed with his own boy sweat. There was an exquisite scent of warm rubber and sweat; masculine and more arousing. I rubbered up and teased my hard cock the length of the cleft of his butt almost as far as the back of his seed pod cage. Between the tanned muscle cheeks winked my prize once again and there seemed no fight left this at the prospect.

With my senses fully aroused and my cock feeling like it was pulsing with my heartbeat, I moved the tip to the pink opening and thrust forcefully. I was expecting resistance and received none, his sphincter relaxed and allowed my full length to slide inside him, as deep as my balls. The pig’s torso muscles tensed and he let out a muffled grunt; my opportunity to reach forward and clamp my hand around his neck and remind him of his position. While he was now ungagged; there was no curse or attempt to resist; he simply took my swollen cock head sliding its full length into his fuckhole. I enjoyed the tight hole clamping round my cock and the visual of the complete bondage other than his muscled cheeks taking his master’s cock. Not too tight, not too loose, just perfect muscled boyhole to ride.

I roughly plunged my cock into his boyhole and made sure I either pulled out and pushed my cock into him balls deep to give as much punishment to his hole as I could… or was it pleasure for him? I didn’t care right now. I could do this to my pet again and again but my horny state meant that he was soon to have fulfilled his purpose as my object.

With sweat now providing more lube, I again gave some more balls deep thrusts, felt my balls tighten and my load firing in harmony with the strokes inside him. This boy was again making me deliver a heavy load; I released the grip around his throat and spoke in his ear

“good fuckslave. I think you deserve some reward time today”.

Reaching forward, I quickly took the heavy metal helmet from where it was still hanging on the side of his bunk; the heavy metal of the chain clanking loudly against the helmet and enclosed the back of his head before swinging the heavy face place across the front of his face. The metal made an even more satisfying thud as it closed, and I turned the hex key in the lock, shutting it tightly before passing the hasp of the heavy padlock through the collar and clicking it shut. The heavy chains attached to the metal loop at the top of the helmet were still securely chained to the top of the bunk.

Rolling the muscle slave onto his back still in the full rubber sleepsack, I started underdoing the rubber straps that enclosed his muscled frame. First, I removed the padlocks on each strap before unbuckling the collar, chest strap, waist strap, knees and ankles. With his head safely immobile I wasn’t overly concerned about releasing the rest of his limbs and my safety. The bulk after all was prison issue and bolted to the floor. Slowly unzipping the rubber sleepsack, there was a glorious aroma of warm rubber and masculine musk and sweat. Perhaps the struggles inside the sack had given him more of pump but he looked especially muscular when his chest and legs were revealed.

Releasing his feet first onto the rubberised mattress I partially slid the sleepsack away from him. Lifting his shoulders slightly the muscled arms lubed with his own sweat slid out of the internal sleeves quite easily and he wriggled out of the sack, seemingly happy to cooperate to be released from its prison.

His head still padlocked to the bunk he lay quietly on his back with no resistance; and I enjoyed taking in the view. The muscled tattooed shoulders tapering down to a decent set of abs, waist in proportion and his cock and balls still padlocked securely in the seed pod which he’d already released offered him no chance of relief. Further down, a pair of muscled quads bulged down to his lower legs and calves.

The slave pig smelled of rubber, sweat and man sex, but I had no intentions of cleaning him up. I was still keen to get out into the fresh air and enjoy the day before bar night this evening. I took a woollen military blanket, and dropped it on top of him and exited his holding cell, slamming and locking the heavy door behind me.

Returning to upstairs in the house, I kept an eye on the camera and took a look outside to see a bright day; perfect for groceries and a long hike before a night out with friends in the bar. My toy simply rolled onto his side, pulled up the blanket and looked like he was having a doze. It wouldn’t be long before he was used again.

I packed a day bag with some food in; checked the weather forecast for the day and made a mental note of the groceries I needed from town at some point. I was certainly going to need more protein powder for my pet; and some more supplies from the office. I made up three large protein shakes using milk; laced with sedative to keep my pet nice and relaxed and compliant.

With everything prepared; it was time to give my pet a little reward time while I was out enjoying my free time a different way. Returning to the basement, I unlocked the heavy cell door to my pet still huddled under the blanket. I took a reasonable weight barbell and dumbbells into the cell and also the three protein shakes from earlier.

I used my knuckes to knock hard on the helmet and he awoke with a start and instinctively raised his hands to protect his head. The heavy helmet had no eye holes; the heavy chains gave a little movement but still gave me all the power of control.

“Lie on your stomach boy”

Without second order, he rolled over onto his front and the blanket fell away, revealing the beautiful muscles orbs of his butt and the wide back.

“Hands behind your head boy”

Again, without question the arms raised and placed on the back of his head. I held both his thumbs in a stress position and placed my knee in the middle of his back while I gave him his orders.

“In a moment, your head will be unchained. You will remain in your chastity and helmet but I will open the mouthpiece. As you’ve been compliant; you’ll be left alone for eight hours of freedom. In your cell there are a set of weights for you to exercise; three protein shakes and a metal toilet. You will have to find them and use the straw. As you’re a dog, you’ll drink from the toilet like all dogs do. Tonight, you training will continue - understand?”

There was a nod, but no sound. I brought my hand down hard on one cheek in a slap

“I don’t hear you boy. Remember your training.”

“SIR YES SIR”

All it took was a little persuasion, but I could see there was still work to be done. I unlocked the padlock from the top of the loop on the helmet and slid the metal shutter down to expose his mouth. The opening wasn’t large enough to fuck a guy’s mouth through, but was suitable for forced fluids or feeding. I released the pressure on his back with my knee and his wrists and backed out of his cell, closing, locking and bolting the heavy metal door. Of course, the camera was still recording and the live view would still be available provided I had cellphone coverage.

With the app open on my phone, and grabbing my day bag; I headed out to enjoy the outdoors. It wasn’t long before I reached my favourite hiking trail and I was striding along, the sun shining down on my back and the scent of pine trees from either side of me.

It seemed that the cell signal was strong at this point, and my fuckboy was currently enjoying a bicep workout in his cell. One of the shakes looked to have already been consumed, and he’d not even realised he was under control even now. This pet did have himself some impressive ink which extended across his shoulder and back and down one sleeve.

Time shifting the playback, he’d used his unrestrained hands to explore the metal helmet he was locked inside, and the heavy padlock which was locking the neck. He attempted to pull at the helmet to find out how much movement where was but quickly released the harder he pulled, and more he simply strangled himself. Then he’d again explored the locked seed pod that was enclosing his cock and balls; safely locked with a hex lock and a padlock.

Zooming in on the playback, he rubbed the length of the seed pod up and down, testing the enclosure and amount of movement there was. It clearly looked as if he was trying to stroke his cock through the cold metal. He pulled at the locked pod, but the padlocked straps which were wrapped around his cock and balls were unforgiving and would just squeeze harder the more he pulled. He again pulled at the pod repeatedly before returning to stroking the length of it. It looked like he was enjoying the struggle and pain of his controlled manhood, but still kept trying.

While one hand kept on repeatedly and frustratedly alternating between stoking and tugging at the pod; he raises his knees on his bunk and the other hand reached round his butt and started playing with his own fuckhole. I smiled to myself, adding the double Cialis to each shake was a good idea also. The camera angle wasn’t ideal, but it was clear that he was horny as hell his fingers working his own hole for some relief. If only I’d mounted a camera at the other end of the cell, I’d have an even more perfect view. Seeing his futile attempts at self pleasure and the movements of his own finger clearly going deeper into his own boyhole was turning me on like fuck, and the bulge was already pronounced in the front of my Under Armour shorts. I absent mindedly gave my cock a long stroke.

“Hey Doc!” a cheery male voice greeted me.

My distracted state and bulging shorts had entirely failed to spot the six foot four bearded guy walking his shepherd towards me on the trail. I looked up and smiled back at the handsome hazel eyes of one of my customers; and petted his dog as he came over to investigate. Sensing a familiar scent and no threats, the shepherd returned to exploring the scents of the woods. I however, was a little more conspicuous.

“Oh hey; Mark wasn’t it – and Cruise the lame shepherd” I managed to respond “I was just dealing with something…” regaining my composure and normal tone.

“I see that Doc.” He looked down at my bulge “Want me to take care of that for you?”

I hadn’t had any significant dealings with Mark other than as a client; but I wasn’t going to refuse an offer like that from a big submissive wilderness bear like him; certainly not one with such a pretty looking lips and mouth. I smiled wider and nodded.

The trail was still deserted other than two hot blooded males and he reached out and grabbed my engorged cock and stroked his fingers up the length of it. I reached out and also grabbed his crotch through the walking trousers he had on; which similarly was starting to swell. Moving sideways into the treeline for a little more privacy his dog continued exploring the forest as he leaned in and we locked lips. I tasted tobacco and the dark hair of his beard tasted musky and masculine.

Putting my hand on his shoulder I encouraged him down onto his knees on the soft forest floor and he immediately learned forward and his mouth connected with my swollen cock through my shorts. He chewed gently and his eyes looked up at me in longing. It looked like he was desperate to take it and his teeth pulled at the cords of my shorts before I slid them down; my hard cock springing out to full attention.

Continuing to look up at me, his mouth opened wide beckoning me inside. My hands clasped round the back of his thick brown hair, and I rubbed the tip against the end of his dark beard, moistening it with the glistening precum that was now leaking from the unexpected offer. He licked around his lips, tasting and anticipating what was coming next.

Slowly I pushed my cock head into the willing mouth to see the tongue extend and my member slide slowly inside the moist warm hole. As his spit moistened the length of my cock, I withdrew and his tongue came to a point and licked round the head; giving it further stimulation and lube. Again, I pushed the length of my cock and it slowly disappeared into his mouth; withdrawing a second time and with more force pushing back inside.

It wasn’t a struggle taking my length and he had no gag reflex, his hands dropping behind his back as my own used his face to my advantage. It was an exquisite mouth to be used and I alternated between long slow lengths and hard throat fucking. His hands moved to unzip his pants, and his own cock sprang out to be stroked as I invaded his throat.

The deep face fucking and earlier visual stimulation was again stoking my cum filled balls to start tightening and told him I was ready to unload. I pulled out and he nodded and asked me to give it to him. With him working his own cock and the hot mouth willing to take it, I plunged the length back into his throat and increased my thrusts.

He moaned and shot his own load over the forest floor which took me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten and with some final deep thrusts, my seed fired into his mouth and throat. I saw him greedily swallow multiple times to take it all down and then I pulled back a little and felt his tongue working round the head and slit and devouring every drop.

Milking every drop out, he greedily licked my seed from the source as I pulled out his mouth entirely and rubbed my cock round his mouth and on his beard before pulling up my shorts again and fastening them. As he got to his feet, he again leaned forward to connect with my mouth while I reached behind him and ran my fingers down his still naked butt. I invaded his mouth with my tongue, tasting sex, masculinity and musk. After the aggressive masculine kiss, he pulled his walking trousers back up, and tucked in his now softening junk; the globules of his seed on the forest floor the only evidence remaining of the encounter.

“Thank you Doc, you taste good”.

“I’m sure when your wife isn’t around; you can taste it again; and you can bend over for me and show me how well you enjoy taking it like a man”.

I knew fine well he had a wife; and he was another one who would do as he was told to. The shepherd certainly didn’t care.

Fiction: Daddy's Home (Part 3)

You return from the bedroom quickly so our food is still hot. I’m pleased to see that you’ve “dressed for dinner” and your wide chest is now squeezed into a tight fitting black leather shirt and tie, leather waistcoat tucked into padded black leather jeans and boots almost matching my own attire. Those are my favourite jeans to see you in; the heavy padded polished leather fits just perfectly and accentuates your bulge while giving me the opportunity to undo the rear zip for use at any time I desire. On occasion I’ve seen the frustrated looks from other men at bar night when I’ve added a belt and a few padlocks to deny them of any prize. I also know you love being taken out plugged to remind you of your Daddy and that my strokes of your perfectly formed leathered cheeks when we’re out make you feel so submissive and owned.

Reaching for your heavy metal collar still on the kitchen counter, you quickly close it round your neck and it locks into place. I flash you a smile and caress you leather to leather, searching out your mouth and planting a passionate, tender kiss on your lips. You’re a good boy.

Dinner tastes good, and we chat about the week and I listen to find out who’s upset my boy; providing counsel as a good Daddy should. Eventually the smile returns from the handsome collared leatherboy across the table, and the tension starts to melt away. I make a mental note to surprise you with a weekend away somewhere and look after your pastoral and sexual needs. Perhaps a weekend in a cell might do you good…

Clearing the plates, you stand at the kitchen sink and start the clearing up, rolling up your leathered sleeves and giving me a view of that back getting wider every day and the perfect butt. Now our bellies are full of entrees, I know just what I want for dessert… Closing the gap between the table and the sink, I feel the secure steel of your collar before sliding my leathered arms down your sides and then looping them round your waist. You smell so good; leather mixed with masculine musky boy scent… and I can’t resist sinking my beard into the exposed back of your neck, rubbing my beard up and down your neck, kissing you and nibbling…

I know this is having the desired effect as I feel you melt into the sensations and conversation turns to muted groans. While I’m far bigger than you I know how you love this feeling of being prey and being physically dominated. My cock is again swollen and ready for more attention on my boy.

While continuing to savour your neck, I reach down and enjoy the leathered curves of your butt, taking your back zip and slowly pulling it down. My fingers explore inside and search for that puckered pink opening. My boots connect with yours and I kick your legs open a little wider to expose the prize. Pushing you forwards against the sink, I slowly drop to my knees and spread the leather apart and run my tongue down that treasure trail until I find what I’m looking for. Probing with my tongue and then my fingers the pink price is still moist and soft, stretched from the earlier invader and tastes of boy musk. As you’re so relaxed, my finger doesn’t get much resistance as it slides inside, and you let out a moan. Lubing up more with my spit, I feel the uncomfortable hardness and precum leaking from my own cock and reach down to unzip my own leathers. My cock springs erect and moist to the air, and I immediately kick your legs wider and move you to brace against the kitchen counter.

I rub my moist cock head against the cleft of your butt, and tease it against the puckering hole anticipating what’s coming next. I think it’s even moist enough and stretched enough to invade you here and now. With a little added spit, I push against the opening and my length slowly slides inside that perfect hole without any discomfort. I feel you brace harder, and let out a grunt as my glans slips through your sphincter and inside. The squeezing of your sphincter around my cock just makes me even harder, and after a few progressively deeper thrusts, I push the full length of my cock balls deep into your boy hole. The grunts we both release are testament to the primal urges being enacted; a Dad in full leather owning his leather boy.

It’s an exquisite feeling as my cock slides between the leather zip deep into my boy’s hole, each stroke gripped and getting me closer and closer. I want this to last longer, and see your face as each stroke goes into you; so I order you to turn round and undo the rest of your zip, seeing your cocked cock fall out of the leathers, with a sticky trail of precum. Daddy is a strong man too; and it doesn’t take much to encourage you up onto the kitchen island so Daddy can see your face as he continues to ride you.

I continue to push inside, enjoying every stroke and trying to hold off as long as I can, with you grunting with each entry. But a full leather fuck of my handsome boy meat is difficult to resist, and with a few more strokes, and your gripping Daddy’s cock tight, I feel the unmistakeable building, and breathing heavy I fire my seed inside you. Our mouths and tongues connect as I thrust each drop inside and stay inside you as I know you enjoy.

“Thank you Daddy. That was very hot”.

Fiction: Daddy's Home (Part 2)

With your wrists and ankles still in the heavy metal irons you shuffle through the house to bring back your full leather heavy padded straightjacket. Heavy metal chains on hard wood floors almost sound as good as when you drag them along concrete and I enjoy taking in every second of watching those rounded muscular cheeks flexing towards the playroom. You really must have one of the best butts in the world from the sets of squats and deadlifts.

That plug is still tightly held in place and it just makes Daddy prouder seeing repeated glimpses of it along with your low hanging full balls surrounded by their chastity cage. In the mode you’re in, I know after your chore is completed, the jacket will be presented to me on your knees submissively. Tonight you need complete ownership and loving support.

I browse the closet and select the black leather shirt with the double seems down the back to show off my wide back. I know how the grey detailing and NYPD patches always intoxicate you with smell, taste, sight and sounds of creaking leather. Coupled with the tight leather britches Daddy takes off the hanger to go with them and the wide leather RoB belt and Goldtop boots I know your eyes will light up and you’ll go further into your slave headspace. Tucking a leather strapped wide gag in my Langlitz jacket, I’m happy with my presentation and readiness.

Returning to the living room my cock instantly swells inside the tight leather breeches at the sight of you on your knees, head bowed, with a heavy pile of leather straps next to you. That wide muscular back and triple weight locked metal collar gets Daddy every time. Reaching inside my jacket, the gag is firmly and assertively pushed inside your mouth and strapped closed before you can even glance up.

Straddling in front of your bowed and now gagged head, I lift your chin and raise your eye level to take in your fully leathered master and owner. Even in your still chained state, the look in your eye says all. Frustrated, horny, overwhelmed but desperate to explore with your mouth. Your nose again meets with the leather bulge and you breath in every scent of the warm leather. My hard cock pushes against the leather, already seemingly fully recovered from its earlier exertion and ready for more action. The gag pushing towards your throat keeps you frustrated, denied of using your mouth as good boy should; but at least you can enjoy the warm scent of man and leather.

Pulling on your heavy metal collar, you flex your legs and rise to face me, and I gently kiss the front of the gag, tasting the leather and your frustration. Moving my leather gloved hands round your back I trace down the harness, leather of the jock and across the orbs of your butt, finding the rubber invader pushed deep into your tight hole.

Looking deep into your eyes, I press and twist the plug knowing the pleasure pain it will transmit through your whole body. Desperation to let your hole return to its normal size; yet desperation to keep it there and be replaced by your Daddy claiming what’s his. It can stay there a little longer as I know you can take it; and I love it when you grunt like that pig.

Taking the keys from my belt, I unlock the heavy metal self-locking collar around your neck. I remember you telling me how much you crave it as it reminds you of Daddy’s hands round your neck, and how proud you are when it clicks shut to show that you’re completely owned. I carefully put it on the kitchen counter for after dinner.

Next, I unlock the metal belt around your slim waist and release your gloved hands from the wrist manacles. You always look so disappointed and rejected when released but we have to be practical. Leaving your boots still chained, I reach to pick up the heavy pile of reinforced padded black leather dutifully presented.

Opening the jacket fully, I hold the heavy shiny polished leather both inside and out up at your chest level and you push your arms inside the leather prison. Once your muscled arms are enclosed in the sleeves, the heavy leather padding means they become useless to experience any touch other than warm full leather enclosure. Making sure the jacket is pulled up over your shoulders, I fold it around your back and over the leather harness, and immediately loosely buckle the collar around your neck.

In my full leather, my boots stomp on the floor as I reposition behind you and gently rub my stubble across the back of your exposed neck, finding your ear with my lips and tongue. I know this small motion drives you completely wild with desire and feel your knees physically buckle under the complete pleasure. Folding my arms round your chest to steady you, I play with the sensations more to drive you deeper into your primal desire and need to feel completely owned and controlled. I only stop when your ear and exposed neck is reddened, and I feel you shuddering ready to continue the rest of your tight enclosure.

My gloved leather hands take each leather strap in turn, buckle it to create your utterly inescapable leather prison. Not happy with the level of control, I return to each strap in turn, tightening another position and then crossing your heavy leathered arms over your chest and feeding the connecting straps round your back. Feeding the arm strap through it’s buckle I make sure I pull them tight and enforce the self hugging position – it can be tight as dinner will be within the hour.

I feed the additional belts through the tight leather above your bulging biceps, and buckle them tight before looping each into the additional strap which I pull tight across your shoulders, pinning your arms back even further and restricting you further. The effort keeps me warm, and the smell of warm leather fills the air.

Facing you once again I look deep into your eyes as I pull tight the pillion strap around your looped over arms and buckle it tight. I know the look I’m seeing; complete submissiveness and powerless against the mass of complete restraint your boss now encloses you in. Both your holes filled to show his complete ownership and dominance; I love this image so much.

Pulling down your leather jock, I expose the padlocked steel chastity cage which I notice is dripping pre-cum and fondle your hairy swollen balls in my gloved hand. Just enough to give you pleasure to begin with, and then a few more significant squeezes until you let out a low guttural half whimper, half horny moan through your gag.

You know fine well the chances of you being unlocked anytime soon are almost zero; despite your protestations and adorable habit of trying to dry hump Daddy’s leathered leg or boot to try and gain relief. Sometimes you need extra discipline; and you asked to be locked even before we started discussing ownership.

I enjoy you telling the stories of the looks you receive in the gym when you change or shower and have the alpha confidence enough to show you are proudly locked and controlled. I remember laughing out loud when you told me about the hairy muscle guy who seemed overly friendly after seeing your cage and asked if he could meet your owner, and you pointed at me using the squat rack. If he ever picks up the courage, then perhaps you’ll end up a boy owner yourself. All those compliments from other guys don’t threaten me – you’re a good-looking boy who I encourage to work hard after you told me you had an interest in bodybuilding and you wanted to be my proud muscle boy. A true Daddy nurtures and encourages; even if discipline is necessary from time to time to discourage brattiness.

Passing the two leather straps around your nuts, I feed them through your legs and loop them into each buckle at the rear of the jacket. I smile seeing the plug still deeply in position, and as my gloved hand takes the first strap and tightens the buckle, I push on the plug to give you some extra stimulation. The louder groans and the new drop of pre-cum which drips from your cage shows I’m having the intended effect, before I repeat with the other buckle.

You really are a beautiful sight to behold and I very proud of you. Still in your boots and heavy leg manacles, butt plugged, cage hanging, gagged tight and now strapped in inescapable leather. My perfect muscle slave. I gently pull you by the collar to the kitchen island and order you to sit. You can relax while your Daddy cooks dinner, all along on the hard kitchen chair which pushes that plug further inside you and reminds you of your ownership.

I make a start on a few sweet potato fries, side salad, and pan frying the rib eyes to keep that protein synthesis going, and I see your frustrated lustful eyes watching every move of your full leather Daddy. I know you want to taste every inch of my warm leathers and boots; but the straps are all tight and your cock is straining against its cage. You know it makes Daddy extra horny seeing you frustrated and bound and it always leads to a good rough fucking later.

The warmth of my Langlitz jacket is too much during the cooking, so I straddle you on the chair letting you enjoy the creaking of its sliding off my chest and onto the back of their chair you’re positioned on. I show you my affection by stroking my beard across the top of your head with kisses, down your forehead and nose and to the gag opening your lips and invading your throat.

I play with the front of the leather jacket, applying pressure to dig the pin prick stimulation pads into your tits. Despite you being a big tough boy, all Daddy has to do is play with those or nibble your ear and you can’t even talk; a good technique when a bit of harder play or restraint is required. I’m having the right effect – the precum is oozing from the front of your locked cage. Poor puppy, if only Daddy would let you play with yourself; and that plug filling you must be getting a little uncomfortable by now. Daddy’s cock is swollen and moist inside his jeans, all ready for boy’s service.

From one beef steak to another I return to the kitchen and turn them off to them rest; plate up and keep your frustration maximised. Pouring us both a glass of wine, I place them on the dining table and consider that 40 minutes is probably time enough at the tightness level I fastened and our food is ready.

Daddy bends down next to you and unlocks the heavy manacles from around your ankles and they clatter on the floor. Drawing you up by the collar, I slide my hand down the back of your leather strapped back and across the beautiful tight orbs of your butt cheeks, returning to the cleft and pushing on the plug still kept in place. Just beautiful.

I begin the undoing of the inescapable full leather straps enclosing your muscular torso, the smell of warm heady leather filling the air and hot boy. I enjoy the almost ceremonial aspect of both the enclosure of your body in bondage and the release; like wrapping and unwrapping the most valuable of parcels.

Before long, the straps are all loosened and released, and the heavy jacket slides forwards exposing your perfect muscular arms and chest, the tits pert and reddened by their pin prick pleasure pain torture. I spread the jacket out to dry of the boy sweat, and unbuckle the strap at the back of your gag and gently pull the invader from your throat.

Those adorable eyes are still fixed into mine – such complicated emotions of power, pain, control, love, submission and brattiness all mixed into different looks. Your still reached forward arms drape over my shoulders and for a moment, time seems to stop as you inhale the smell of your Daddy, his leather, and unique scent. My hands follow the contours of your back again down to your beautiful, abusable, fuckable, edible, muscled butt, and I gently push on your plug.

“Go relieve yourself of that plug puppy and don’t let yourself get cold; dinner’s ready.”

Without faltering your gaze looks deep into my eyes, you push against my hands pushing the plug keeper inside yourself, and half whisper

“I love you Daddy”.

My cock springs to its full size inside the tight leathers which I know you’ll feel and I deeply invade your mouth in a passionate and breath-taking kiss. Right now, I want to rip that plug out and replace it with Daddy’s full length without any mercy….. but dinner is on the table…

Fiction: Daddy's Home (Part 1)

Turning my key in the lock and stepping into the warmth of the hallway I smile to myself observing your submissive head bowed forehead on the wall awaiting my return from my day’s work. From our messages throughout the day and your frustrations, sometimes a Daddy just knows how you crave to be treated and the signals.

My encouragement and nurturing of your interests and desire to please has given you a sturdy muscular rugby player body which I am proud to own. I must remember to compliment how good your body is looking and how pleased I continue to be with your daily gym sessions and clean living. I see heads turn and attraction and admiring looks from men and women alike, but know you have freely devoted yourself to one man.

I know you’ll have been hard when you wrapped the heavy steel self-locking collar around your neck and it clicked shut after locking your boots in the irons. But seeing your gloved hands and wrists locked in heavy steel and attached to your waist belt is one of Daddy’s favourite horny visuals. The heavy metal looks good on a boy such as yourself and only goes to accentuate the musculature, as does the leather chest harness. You love the complete loss of control and tight restriction and I love seeing you that way.

Your short dark hair looks smart as do your wide shoulders and muscled arms held in their unnatural chained position. The position only goes to enhance your physique. Shoulders tapering down to your narrow waist adorned in the leather jock you know Daddy likes seeing so much because it highlights the muscular orbs of your butt and the strong powerful legs under. You know I would never have you shave your chest hair, as it enhances your masculinity.

The choice of plug makes me smile more. I know it’s wide and long and needs some concentration to keep it held in position – like being continually filled with your Daddy when he’s not there in person. You know I love you showing me that plug in place, and how important it is to you as a sign of control and ownership.

I should have given you instruction to video the moment the lubed widest part passed through and snapped into its final position. I hope your deep voice grunted as it entered as you do when Daddy is at his most intimate with you.

For a moment, I consider hanging up my keys, ignoring the creaking of your leather padded knee pads, and fetching a heavy sensory deprivation hood from the playroom; and forcing you into your dark confined world before you even see your Daddy... but today I sense you need support and service.

Hanging up my keys my boots make up the short distance to where you’re kneeling and I reach down and feel the cold steel locked around your neck, stroking up the back of your head, over your forehead and down your face. The stubble of your short beard tickles my fingers as I explore your soft lips and you willingly take my finger into your mouth and suck it greedily. As I again reach your collar I tug on it to change your position to face me.

Keeping your gaze down at my boots, I take both my hands and encourage your face towards my crotch. The image of your muscled chest, pert tits and six pack lowering to your stuffed leather jock is exquisite. Despite the leather I can clearly see the padlock and outline of your metal chastity cage. I know your cock is already straining inside it from the anticipation of your Daddy’s smell and touch; but there’s no chance you can get relief without permission. Perhaps this month you’ll get some relief; or I might keep the frustration maximised to keep your submissiveness heightened. Keeping you frustrated makes you a better boy.

I can see you taking deep inhales the scent through the fabric of the uniform, the smell I know you’re addicted to and will make you even harder inside your cage. Opening your mouth, you chew at the fabric trying to find your Daddy’s balls and now swelling cock. You know fine well that no permission is needed for this, and your bearded face feels good against his uniform and how he enjoys it so.

When your tongue looks dry and your good training allows you to taste my precum through the fabric, I motion and point down at my boots, and you know there is more work to do before you will be permitted a reward. On a different day there may have been a hollow gag and fluid replacement at this point; but not today.

Carefully balancing and tensing your muscles, you pull against the chains holding your limbs in place and your chin ends up at the toe of my boot. Beautiful wide back and restrained slave with his butt in the air and showing his master’s plug. No further commands are necessary, you know its part of your duties to keep your Daddy looking smart and his boots gleaming. You once told me you loved the taste of leather, and I made sure I never forgot and gave you what you wanted... Needed.

Your long tongue passes across the leather toecap, and I can feel the pressure inside my warm boot. I know the leather will be warm and fragrant from a day at work which will just enhance your sensations. I know your cock will also be swollen inside its cage, desperate for release of control, leaking sticky precum.

You’re a methodical boy, your tongue working every inch of the boot from toe to heel and ankle. Did I teach you that, or are you just a rare find in a world of the swipe left generation? Your tongue is black with boot polish but both boots are shining and wet, and you know how to please me.

Looking up for approval, weighed down by your collar and chains, you have never looked hotter, and the blood is filling my cock, ready to use your talented mouth and tongue. You have confidence that you’ve done a good job as you’ve been trained and that your owner will give you approval and reward.

I nod and you know how you’ll be rewarded. Your need to feel Daddy’s throbbing cock in your throat is almost a compulsion for you. Cupping my rock hard cock and balls through my uniform, I unzip and my hard cock pushes out its full length, the head swollen and glistening. You know it’s your responsibility to give your owner pleasure and take whatever he demands of you and in return you receive love, support and protection.

Straightening up, you line up at face level for the invading member, and look up for approval once again. I know what you want boy.

Your submissiveness, your body, and your boot service have already got me to a point where I can already visualise you choking as I force my load down your throat as I trained you; but I need to hold back a little if I’m to give you the attention you need until we fall asleep tonight.

“Tongue only”

I watch your tongue extend, moist again and darkened with polish. Moving forward to connect, it licks off the liquid pooled at the tip, before circling the head with increasing pressure and moving the length of the shaft. Greedily your beard nuzzles and licks Daddy’s balls, before sucking each like it’s the rarest tastiest fruit in the universe. You know how much that pleases me – I've told you – and I can’t help but growl from the very bottom of my chest. Sometimes, I let you take liberties and control things – you know that’s not always the case. Your tongue again does its work across the length and the head moistening every inch.

I grab the back of your locked collar and pull your head back; those loving blue eyes looking up and me; willing me; begging me for the prize. I rub the moist and hard end of my cock against your lips, teasing; denying; and reaffirming control. When I think I’ve teased enough I push the head slowly between your lips and let it slide inside the hot warm hole.

You’ve taken your training well and you know how to give Daddy pleasure as my meat slides deeper inside. You’re a good boy; this is what I trained you for. Slowly I withdraw, pinch your nose and again push inside... this time quicker and deeper.

While I know you enjoy an aggressive Daddy taking you from all sides, this attention is different; tender almost. I slide deeper and deeper into your willing throat. I can see your throat flinch as the invader hits home, but you don’t gag like a good boy; as I increase the rhythm and force and take both sides of your collar for leverage.

The look of disappointment in yourself and tearing up on your face when you briefly choke, cough and splutter is dismissed with my stroke down your face and across your drooling chin before once again your mouth is returned to your purpose as my boy. The leverage from your collar allows me once again to return into a rhythm, letting you catch your breath and taking the head deep into your throat.

The warmth and sensation is exquisite, along with the sound of heavy metal restraints and the visual image of Daddy’s swollen moist cock disappearing balls deep inside you. Increasing pace and forcefulness, you know fine well you’re doing a good job and you’ll soon be rewarded. Your deep guttural grunts betray your enjoyment in harmony with my own growls.

Despite your completely controlled and restrained position, you tense your chest and biceps to show them off; and this is all Daddy needs with the physical, visual and audible stimuli to feel his balls tightening. Pulling on your metal collar, I force into your throat as the familiar sensation explodes and my seed fires the length and hits its target with a loud growl.

You’re a good boy and don’t gag, but take the seed, gulping down the nectar. I know you love it so and get upset if you can’t be a full service pig. That pleases me greatly. As all my nerve endings fire and the aftershocks empty my length, I continue to push against your throat before pulling back and letting your tongue lap up the remaining cream like a cat. I know you don’t like a drop to go to waste and gently your tongue cleans every inch with a slight satisfied smile. Fuck me; you’re well trained. It’s been a while since Daddy gifted you something sexy. I must resolve that and show you how much you are cared for.

Bending down it occurs to me that I haven’t even greeted my boy since returning home as I wipe the moisture off your bearded chin. Sometimes the bond is so strong no words are necessary.

As I gently pull on your collar and help you to your feet I stare into those adoring blue eyes and survey the handsome face. I could kiss that face until the end of time.

“Good evening boy.”

“Good evening Daddy.”

I lean forward and plant my lips on yours, tenderly brushing against them before invading in a full-on passionate embrace. Reaching down, I massage the plug inside you only to see your eyes roll back and what could only be described as moans emanate from your throat.

Putting my arms around you, I physically lift you and carry you to the couch in the living room before sitting myself and arranging you on my lap. Stroking across your muscular torso, down your butt cheeks I play with the plug more as my lips again connect with your own and my tongue pushes inside your mouth.

I love your little guttural moans. They show me always that you’re horny and frustrated. I know there will be sticky precum inside your chastity cage, and right now, you’re so horny you’ll do anything for your owner.

“I’m very pleased with you boy”.

The passionate kissing, your still chained state and playing with the plug again forces the blood to my cock and it again hardens. Soon enough it will replace the plug but first my boy needs some rewards and his Daddy needs to give him another form of protein.

“Go, get your leather straight jacket boy. Daddy needs to make us some steaks”. It will take me 30 minutes to clean up and fix dinner, and it’s a good time to keep you submissive and frustrated until the plug comes out. While I change, I’ll get your favourite leather gag to go with the jacket. It’ll be a nice surprise for you as I’m cooking dinner, and I know how you love how it makes you feel owned and makes your cock hard…

Fiction: Disappeared Cop #6

Returning to the playroom my pet was still sleeping restfully face down where I’d left him on the wet room floor, his broad shoulders tapering down to his narrow waist and his back emblazoned with an eagle tattoo. Perhaps this boy was ex military prior to his law enforcement service as I’d suspected.

I was still in the full leather uniform I had worn earlier, with my boots reasonably gleaming by his forced tongue. There was still time before the drugs wore off, and then he’d be focusing on another aspect of training.

I laid the full rubber sleepsack down on the ground next to him. Moving him around fully enclosed would be easier but I had concerns if the tight rubber would even stretch over his muscled torso. I checked for pain stimuli response and there was none – still out cold.

Taking the key from my belt, I rolled him over and unlocked the heavy shock collar and ankle chains. Wearing just the metal seed pod, my cock was again hard at the alluring sight. My pet was indeed a beautiful piece of meat to train and the depths of his hole were perfect. I think I already preferred him when he resisted and struggled.

Even for someone who considers himself fit, rolling over this stud to line up with my rubber sack was a challenge of my strength when moving such a ‘dead weight’. I took a hold of his ankle, slipped it into the bottom of the sack, and then lift/dragged his muscled torso on top of the sack. I bent his other leg, and enclosed it in the bottom of the sack securely ready for imprisonment.

Kneeling behind his torso, I took one bruised wrist and attempted to feed it into one sleeve of the sack. I could already feel the sweat of the exertion starting to form under the leather of my uniform shirt. Fortunately, even the heavy grade rubber of the sack was fairly easy to manipulate, which meant I could shake his wrist down into the sleeve and finally enclose his large biceps and triceps. The smell of warm rubber and previous occupants now filling my nose. Stretching the rubber up and over his shoulders, the other wrist and arm were next. This one seemed to slide in easier.

Standing back up and taking a breath, I looked down at my handiwork, the slave now partially enclosed and lined up for more total control with the closure of the full length zip. Lining up the bottom of the double zip I slowly fastened the zip up his muscled legs, the rubber bulging over his quads and up to his narrow waist and seed pod, full of frustration. Leaving the seed pod suitably still exposed, I then fastened the upper part of the sack. The waist was easy, but as his shoulders widened, the rubber became increasingly tight, but with some brute force and persuasion, finally the sack closed up to his neck.

Next, I pulled tight the circular belts around the sack in turn around the ankles, knees, thighs, forearms and chest and buckled them closed. This muscle cop slave was almost completely encapsulated in tight and inescapable rubber but there was still more to teach him this afternoon’s humiliation and training.

I put an audio earbud into each of his ears, and taking an eyeless heavy rubber discipline helmet, I squeezed the nose tubes and fed them into one nostril, followed by the other. This was something I was well practiced at; this dog was just a little bigger than I was used to. The nose tubes pushed easily into position and as the last inch of the tubes passed down his nose, I also opened his still unconscious mouth and pushed the hollow cock gag into place. Satisfied that air was flowing and everything was aligned, I quickly fastened the zip down the rear of the hood, and fastened the five additional buckles sealing him into controlled darkness, adding a padlock at the collar.

My new muscle slave was now a fully rubberised object for my further use. Soon enough there would be stirring and he’d discover his fresh new hell. The rubber was thick enough that there was no way even a muscle bull like this would be able to free himself. I sat and removed my uniform leather shirt and armband, not realising how warm the effort had made me. I took long swigs of the cool bottle of water I’d brought, and pulled a cigar out my uniform jacket and lit up.

Inhaling the strong smoke, I savoured the relaxation after the effort, and idly stroked my chest and tits. Blowing clouds of smoke into the air, I wondered how long it would be before my pet was ready for more training. Even sacked as he was, he wasn’t yet permitted away from the playroom / cell area, but I wanted somewhere comfortable to monitor his initial panic and continue his programming.

I half dragged, half lifted the well filled sleepsack onto a low gurney, adding further restraint straps, and unlocked the cell door with the lock and code. Wheeling the gurney down the corridor, and entering more codes and unlocking doors, I rolled it into one of the other underground rooms; which at least had comfortable seating and a large TV.

I released how hungry was and after checking my pet was safely strapped to the gurney no matter how much he struggled in the sack, I relocked the room and returned upstairs to the kitchen to fix myself a meal of steak, fries, cheese and eggs. I also prepared a large batch of protein drink, and dosed it with the appropriate sedative, and large bottle of cool water. Back in full leather uniform again, I took my meal and supplies, and returned to the playroom level.

The first thing which hit me on entering the room was the scent and sound of rubber creaking.

Inside the rubber cocoon, my sex object was now clearly awake and using every muscle he could to test his new form of confinement. He’d have come round realising that his mouth was being invaded, his head was covered in something, and he was unable to hear or breath normally. Then further realising his movement was completely limited and he was completely powerless.

My cock sprung to attention again inside its leather codpiece, and I reached down and stroked it, enjoying every one of his futile writhings. The sleepsack was more than capable of keeping even this muscle jock secured, especially with the added belts securing him inside and also strapping him to the gurney.

In his fully gagged, hooded and earplugged state, he’d have no awareness that his tormenter was even in the room; but his muscles struggling and testing the tight inescapable rubber would have been increasing the temperature inside the sack and the sweat starting to build. Eventually the struggling would end, when he realised escape was completely impossible and every aspect of his existence was being controlled.

I turned on the MP3 player attached to the earbuds – playing a very specific set of looped delta frequencies with a hypnotic programming track to condition my new slave’s mind to enjoy being an owned object with the only purpose to serve; and BDSM keywords and gay sex sounds. I’d use this consistently until the programming was evident and the resistance became less.

I snapped off the front of my black leather codpiece and again enjoyed stroking the length of my hard cock, moistness covering the purple head and a fresh pool of precum building on the tip. This boy was certainly hitting all my buttons in the right places; and every struggle he made caused my cock to pulse. Soon enough there was going to be another load released; but there was more training needed first. I edged myself while he continued to struggle in vain but eventually the effort and realisation must have led to acceptance he was an object for his master’s use in whatever way he wanted, and further resistance was futile.

When all was still, I patted the front of the sack, and ran my hand down the length until it reached the exposed seed pod. He visibly jumped and again there was loud moaning into the hollow gag forcing his mouth open; and I could see muscles struggling against the completely inescapable bondage sack.

I removed the padlock and unscrewed the hex lock, unhinging the device to reveal his cut cock and big low hanging bull balls strapped into the metal prison. Whether it was the drugs I’d force fed or his current situation his cock was clearly straining against the leather strap holding it inside the chastity device. I cupped his balls, pulled and squeezed them and was rewarded by load muffled groans from the hood. Unstrapping the leather I released the full length of his cock which immediately sprang to attention from the confinement leaving a sticky thread.

For the second time it seemed that this extreme confinement and control was arousing this muscle stud and making him desperate to unload his seed. I had no intention of letting his happen; if ever again. None the less my black leather gloved hand grasped his fully hard cock and stroked it from the case to the shaft with increasing speed until I could hear his moans into the gag and his breathing increase, precum now leaking down the length of his cock and lubricating my glove. I was skilled enough to not let him get what his primal urges wanted.

Moving back I left him unfulfilled and gyrating his hips against the inescapable restraint in a desperate attempt to bring himself to completion. I laid all I would need on the gurney. If he was moaning from his forced stimulation and edging, he’d moan and struggle even louder if his vision allowed him to see what I intended to humiliate him next.

Cleaning the edge of his now hard and moist cock, I put on my sterile rubber gloves, squirted some lube into his cock, and started edging a rubber Foley catheter down the length of his cock. There were moans into the gag at the invader inched its way inside his rock hard member, but it quickly progressed deeper and deeper and into his bladder, and I injected the sterile water to fix it in place. Hooking up a collection bag, I unclamped the flow and observed this complete control I now had over him, and also how the dark liquid flowing into the bag showed he needed hydration.

Hooking up an IV stand I screwed a plastic feeding tube onto one of the animal feeding bottles and poured in the sedative protein drink mixture I’d prepared earlier. Next was connecting the feeding tube to the pig’s hollow gag and hanging the bottle and observing the thick white liquid start flowing down the tube. The flow rate looked perfect as it reached the gag and poured inside.

I grasped the air tubes of the isolation hood my pig was enclosed within to further remind him he had no control over his environment, and felt the rubber hoses contract through the desperate attempt to draw air. I enjoyed seeing the wild attempts at struggling against the tightly buckled sleepsack his muscular torso trying to lift away from the gurney. The added straps meant only limited movement was possible despite his vigour. I turned up the programming MP3 further, and soon he’d realise that to swallow what he was fed would be rewarded by air.

The heat inside the sack and the new exertion meant I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds to see his throat convulse and the first of the vanilla liquid be accepted. The hollow gag extended into his mouth enough to keep it permanently open, but not so far as to trigger a gag reflex. There was a far longer solid gag for that later. Reopening the air hoses, he was given his reward. The vanilla protein drink didn’t taste that bad and I was sure this muscle boy had drunk his share of protein powders in his time. In less than 15 minutes, he’d sucked down the liquid.

I stroked my still exposed cock and again enjoyed the scene of this fully restrained musclecop under my training. I was once again in the mood to force invade his tight pink hole, but the sleepsack position wouldn’t allow such access. Precum was moistening my swollen purple cock head, and once again I was fully erect and ready for action.

Unhooking the feeding bottle, this phase of his initial training meant no precious liquids were going to be wasted. The only drawback being that in his tightly hooded and sensory deprived state, the visual shock of what was being forced on him next was lost. Still, there would be plenty of time for that later.

Adding some lube in my turned on state, I slowly held the base of my cock and stroked the length of it to the tip, tickling around the glans. Slowly edging myself the smell of leather, rubber and sweat already meant I was close to unloading my seed. My gloved hand palmed the tip of the head and worked the glans even more and at the same moment my captive meat decided to start another futile struggle against the tight rubber sleepsack. With one hand, I again clamped shut the breathing tubes of the hood, and with the other returned to stroking the full length of my meat.

While he once again sucked against the breathing tubes for any remaining oxygen and struggled against the sack, I felt the familiar feeling of my balls tightening, and my hot seed spurt from the head, only for every drop to be collected by the feeding bottle. As my breathing reached its peak and then started to slow, I continued to hold the tubes shut until the struggling subsided and all was still.

Unclamping the tubes and letting the air flow again, he’d soon regain consciousness in a state of complete panic in his sealed in state. While he would have been hot and sweaty sealed in, the sedatives would kick in before long and his total enclosure training wasn’t over yet and he still had too much fight.

Dumping the contents of earlier exertion into the bottle, I held my now reducing cock and concentrated on releasing my now full bladder into the same target. The warm straw liquid trickled and then streamed into the bottle, diluting the existing contents. When done, I again hung the bottle from the IV stand, and clamped it off.

My slave meat’s catheterised cock was soft now from his exertion and unconsciousness, but once again, it was time to tease my boy to the point of begging. My gloved hand played with his big bull balls which were still loose within the unlocked seed pod chastity device. Again he was fully present when his cock twitched and started once again hardening from the stimulation. Stroking from the base up the length of it to the head it quickly spring to full attention and moaning came through the gag.

Of course there would be no happy ending; but this was about playing with his head and programming him.

As I continued the stimulation his hips buckled up against the restraints to get extra stimulation against my hand. I increased the pressure and rate, and toyed with his pink cock head, with its forcibly inserted invader. His breathing rate increased, as did the moaning; but I backed down as I felt he was getting too much pleasure. There were whimpers from the confines of the gag and heavy hood.

I unclamped the IV line and let the warm liquid flow into the hollow gag.

As the liquid flowed down into the gag and his throat, he probably didn’t realise that it was his masters seed and liquid he was being trained to drink. The taste would have been unfamiliar, but perhaps the warmth would have been the giveaway. No persuasion was necessary this time, as I saw the throat convulse and the liquid be taken.

With his relaxed and sedated state, it was likely that he’d be dozing soon. He was to stay in the sack but periodically I’d wake him and feed him some more liquids until the output from his catheter was lighter. I made sure the room was warm enough, and draped a blanket over the sack. When the sweat cooled I didn’t want my pig with hyperthermia after all. After all.. tomorrow was bar night…

Fiction: Fringe Division #3 - Transport

In my restrained state, it was difficult to appreciate how much time was passing during this journey to the ‘job center’ which the two arresting officers had discussed.  The expert tightening of the straight jacket meant I was completely restricted – but it was comfortable enough.  The gag which was stuffing my mouth was doing an effective job, but wasn’t causing me problems in breathing, and I didn’t want to risk the same treatment the hot looking skinhead in the next cell had received with his resistance.  So far, my ‘assessment’ seemed to have been an attempt to see how horny two musclestud leathermen could get me, and the line between my professional life and what I may have decided to enjoy in my spare time was becoming blurred.  Certainly I was in no position to be attempting my original mission with Fringe Division.

Truth be told, I was starting to enjoy this.

Many employees who work in the defence and homeland security field worry too much about their private lives.  I always found being honest and up front was always the best policy – and this advice had served me well.  Work knew that when not on the clock, I had a wide range of sexual interests, and was often to be found in the local leather bar.  So long as it couldn’t be used to blackmail or exhort undue influence, it wasn’t going to cause problems.

I’d not been in a relationship for a few years – career just seemed to be taking over my life. 

The last guy I was involved with was someone connected with work.  The chance circumstances we met under were still fresh in my head…  Following a security alert (specifically a bomb) in another government building, and uncertain the risk had passed, we initiated property and person searches of all persons entering and leaving the building – without exception.  He was one of the response team.

Despite my ID, firearm and cuffs, not even I was immune to the searches.  Queuing for entry to the building, showing my ID, and taking my property out to X-ray, I joined the line for a pat down. The front of the line was staffed by two response team members (you’d probably recognise them better as SWAT team officers), one searching, another covering with weapon pointed.  Both dressed in full uniform of dark blue coveralls, assault boots, body armor, belt kit with additional plasti-cuffs attached, gloves, and handgun strapped to their legs.  The ‘cover man’ was wearing his helmet, strapped under his chin.

The cover officer looked mid 20s, fresh faced, tall and thin – and hardly looked old enough to be holding a position in such an elite squad; or perhaps I was just getting older!  His colleague performing the actual searches was perhaps mid 40s, with salt and pepper colored hair cut in a crew cut.  It ran through my mind that he was ex-military in the way he carried himself – perhaps 6 feet tall, with one of those classic wide shouldered and slim waist looks favoured by all the magazines.  Long legs, and tight rear end which you could only describe as a bubble butt.

The line moved quickly, and soon I was at the front of the line.  He motioned me forward.

He started his standard ‘four quadrant search’, moving his gloved hands efficiently over my suit.  I liked the guy already, as he was thorough in his searching – too many law enforcement professionals perform cursory searches and miss concealed items.  As far as he was concerned, I was just another member of the public.  Checking my torso, shirt collar, and chest first; he then moved on to my ankles, and worked up my legs.  Getting to my crotch and ass, he checked my belt line, and moved his hands efficiently across and down my butt.  Moving front, he worked his hands up the inside of my legs to between my legs, moving up my crotch.  I don’t think he was expecting to find something locking up my cock and balls in his search; but not being in a relationship at the time, I’d taken it on myself to lock myself away to keep me horny.  He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow, cupped the chastity device in his hand, ran his fingers down it, finished his search, and waved me through into the building.

I could have made my excuses when I arrived, but part of me doesn’t care; but it was still fortunate that my back was to his colleague and the waiting line of people.  I had no doubt he and colleagues would find it a source of laughter later, but for now, he’d dealt professionally and I was on my way.  I was happy with taking in the eye candy.

After completing my work – we still hadn’t reached a situation where the building had been fully checked and made sterile.  As such, the inbound and outbound searches were continuing to operate.  A single person was co-ordinating and sending people to one of five search teams.  I was in no hurry, and had nowhere I needed to be – and at least the outbound searches would likely be paying more attention to property.  At the head of the line, I was waved across to a search team.  I was surprised to see the same military looking SWAT guy from earlier; this time working with a different partner.  I did wonder if he remembered me from earlier on, but there was no glimmer of recognition on his face as I stepped forward.

It was the same procedure again, including the thorough search of my crotch.  I was sure he gave the metal device a tug under my suit, but once again, waved me through as all clear.  Just as I started moving towards the exit doors, I heard the sound of his boots and belt equipment behind me, and then a gloved hand on my right shoulder. 

“You forgot this”.  He said, and handed me a business card.  I always carry a stack of my own business cards, so figured I’d left one in my pocket and it had fallen out during the search.  Flashing him a smile, I said “Thank you Sir”, took the card and put it back with the others in my pocket and headed home. 

I’d got home that night, changed out of my work clothing horny as hell from my handsome uniformed encounter.  I emptied my pockets, only to find the business card he’d handed me earlier.  On the reverse was written “keyholder available” and a cell number.  Suddenly I got a lot hornier.

So was the beginning of my last relationship.  Excited, I texted my SWAT commander that very evening, we agreed to meet in a bar that weekend, and by midnight, I was locked in his cage in a straight jacket tasting his load, and enjoying every drop.   From that point on, I was to be locked in chastity on a regular basis, and become his property. 

We were very compatible as it turned out – both heavily into leather and uniform, and I’d often arrive home to find him in full kit waiting for me with cuffs or a heavy hood being suddenly dropped over my head.  The taste of his boot leather and man scent almost became an addition; and I was sure the high shine was the best in his unit.

His body under uniform was hard and toned, with a thick covering of hair, which I loved to explore with my tongue and breath in his scent.  He spent a lot of time training in the gym at work.  Across his back there was a large tattoo left over from his marine service which just added to his proud masculinity. 

Our evenings off together were normally spent in some intense play, or I’d be locked in his cage or strapped down in a leather sleepsack for the night.  I think we were in love.

Over time, I got to know his turn on areas, and his ‘weaknesses’ – his tits – which would instantly make him horny.  Sometimes, I’d get the chance to take the lead – which I also enjoyed.  This was especially the case when he was overtired.  I knew when this was the case because he’d be very subdued and would often come in and get straight in the shower.

Once, sensing he’d had a particularly bad day, I remember slipping into the shower with him and exploring his wet and naked body with my tongue.  Our tongues intertwined and we kissed for what must have been five minutes solid, and I held him in my arms.  Then I moved down to lick both his pits, and down to his tits, to feel his knees buckle under my attention.  He cock was erect, with water still running down our bodies, but I was still padlocked in chastity.  Continuing down, I traced my tongue across his tattoo and down between his cheeks and around his hole.  Encouraging my face, I sucked and probed whilst he spread his cheeks and moaned like some form of raging bull.

Finishing in the shower, and moving to the bedroom, I was surprised when he wanted me to tie him down.  My cock was hard and pushing against the cb6000 I was locked in, without release this was already frustrating as hell.  Once again, our tongues met, and we explored each other. 

“Go get the key from my work keys, and unlock yourself”.

I didn’t need a second to think about that one, I rushed downstairs and brought back his bunch of work keys, he reached for the right key, and my cock was released and was allowed to swell to its full size.  I was going to use this opportunity while I got it, and reached for the first of the four lockable leather restraints attached to the bed which I was so familiar with.  He loved to keep me tied spread eagle across the bed, but this time it was his turn.

Positioning him face down across our bed, I started by restraining his wrists to each corner of the bed, fastening the heavy leather restraint around each before padlocking it in place.  His wide muscular back looked fantastic in this position, showing off his tattoo artwork.  Next, I pulled his legs apart, and applied a leather ankle restraint to each, spreading his legs and exposing his tight, hairy and toned ass.  He wasn’t going anywhere, and it was a beautiful sight to behold.

Reaching through his legs, I took hold of his meat, which was harder now than even before, and jerked him off a little.  With this, he bellowed like a raging bull, and struggled against the restraints holding him in position.

Not intending to miss my seldom opportunity to be in control, I reached for the dresser draw, and took out the heaviest hood I could find.  The hood was full black leather, with attached straps around the jaw and face, with a lace down the back and zip over the top.  Easy enough to breath in, but when on, there was very little noise from the outside world – a real sensory deprivation hood.  Add to that the heady smell of leather and sweat to further tighten the experience.  The boss knew what was coming next, but didn’t seem to be objecting too much, so I quickly loosened the laces, and pulled it down over his head.  There were more struggling against the restraints, and I slowly tightened each lace to increase his leather prison, and pulled the zip closed around the hood.  I took the padlock from my cb6000, and clicked it into place at the collar.  Boss was now completely controlled and I was enjoying this.

I started by licking the nape of his neck under the collar, and slowly licked down his spine and to his lower back; to many muffed moaning sounds from inside the hood.  Taking in the pleasant view of his broad back, and fantastic ass, I spread his cheeks, and started running my tongue down the length of his ass towards his hole.  This must have been doing the trick, as he started struggling wildly against the restraints and the moans increased.

Reaching his hole, I ran my tongue around it before starting to probe it, deeper and deeper, whilst at the same time, taking his cock in my hand and working it between base and tip.  Driving him crazy, I continued to work his hole for a good while; enjoying getting my man hornier and hornier.  Now nice and lubed, I ran my finger over it and pushed inside.  His worked out ass was tight, but relaxing, and soon my full finger was sliding in and out, and there was muffled moaning and grunts into the hood...  “Take it, take my ass”

Clear what he wanted, I knelt over his tight ass cheeks, now well lubed with my spit, and rubbed the end of my cock against his hole.  We were exclusive and both tested STD free, so no longer needed to practice safe sex, and with my precum providing more lube, I pushed against his hole, and pushed inside.  He bucked and pulled against the restraint, and grunted, whilst pushing his ass up onto my cock

Increasing in speed and depth, I slid in and out of my boss – what a release from my normal chastity this was.  I rode his ass slowly, savouring the sight of my swollen cock disappearing inside that tight muscle ass; trying to enjoy for as long as possible before shooting.  My SWAT boss must have known this was too much for me to resist for long, and moaned into his hood “fill me up boi, fill me up”. Not only was my stunning boss strapped down to our bed, and heavy hooded, but now he was asking me to fill him with my load.  My balls swelling, I pumped more and with a moan of my own this time, unloaded my cum into my bosses ass.  The first cum in a few weeks, there felt like there must have been gallons shooting inside him.

I collapsed over his wide back, kissing and licking his neck, pulling my still hard cock out his ass.

His own cock still hard, I repositioned to lie on my back, and lifted his waist, and took his cock down my throat.  He started face fucking me with vigour, making me cough and choke, but I soon got over it and enjoyed the sensation.  Reaching round, I slid two fingers back into his ass, so with every stroke into my throat it was also like he was being fucked.  This must have been all it took to send him over the edge, the thrusting down my throat increased, his balls tightened, and with the loudest moan, he fired his load into my throat. I took every drop, and swallowed it down hungrily.

Letting both our breathing return to normal for a few minutes, I un-padlocked the ankle and wrist restraints from the securing chains, and cuddled into his back.  I reached for his work keys to release the padlock on the hood, to be greeted by “no, leave it on, and handcuff me for the night”.  I wasn’t accustomed to this submissive behaviour, but I was enjoying every second of my switch.  Reaching back to the dresser, I took a pair of his regulation handcuffs, unbuckled the heavy leather restraints still strapped round his writs, and replaced them with the cuffs, clicking the ratchets shut around his wrists, behind his back.  “I love you” he mumbled in the hood.  Being unused to open expressions of emotion; It blew me away.

We drifted into sleep in that position, and he slept uninterrupted for 8 hours before waking disorientated.  I gently stroked him, un-padlocked the hood and lifted it over his head.  The smell of warm leather was intense; our eyes met, he greeted with me with a smile and more passionate kissing.  I unlocked and removed the cuffs giving my boss his freedom back. 

Shortly after I was back in my cb6000 and I was owned by him again.  I later found out he’d dealt with a case during the day which involved a multiple child homicide.  Whilst he was the toughest and nastiest at work, with a body that physically threatened; there was so much going on behind.  That night, he’d been the one who wanted looking after, losing all control in the heat of passion.

Anyway – things had been going well in the relationship – but unfortunately our high risk jobs meant an unhappy ending.  He was caught in one of the cracks between our worlds and became a casualty of one of the early containment protocols.  I was devastated and felt my own universe had ceased, but slowly realised that I had to move on; and devoted everything to my work.

My original assignment seemed a long way from my current situation.  Here I was, gagged and hooded, strapped in a tight staightjacket and restrained my own cage at multiple attachments.  I wondered how many similar prisoners had been endured this journey, and my cock started to swell.  Tensing my biceps and pecs inside the straight jacket would only put extra pressure on the collar strapping me in place, and there was very little movement.

I noticed a pair of eyes looking at me through the viewing window in the cage door, and heard a jangling of keys, and my cage door swung open.  One of the leather uniformed guards was standing outside my door from earlier.  Allowing me a better look, he was muscular, but not as much as my original Sarge however.  The leather uniform framed his wide chest well, and slimmer waist; with wide leather utility belt, and highly polished boots.  Whilst he was shaven headed, his hair looked dark, and he looked mean.

“Sarge says to look after you, so that’s what I’ll do”

He reached for his nitestick and withdrew it from his belt.  Thinking I was going to receive some bruises, and how unfair it was I couldn’t defend myself, I tensed.  But unexpectedly, the next thing, he dropped to his knees; I could hear his leather creaking and got a whiff of leather mixed with sweat.  Raising the nitestick to his lips, he started licking the tip, working a few inches up the shaft of it.  Already semi hard, this made my cock spring to attention, even though there was nothing I could do about it.  Frustration. 

Next, he took the nitestick, laying it on the cold metal seat I was restrained on, pushed it back towards my hole.  Suddenly understanding that I was destined to be nitestick – fucked, I squirmed a little in the straight jacket and repositioned myself at an angle that the tip was rubbing against my asshole.  Lubed up with my captor’s spit, he pushed harder, and I let the tip invade my ass, groaning into the gag.

He cupped my balls in one hand, and started teasing them, while pushing the nitestick deeper in with the other hand.  Leaing forward, he slowly licked the end of my cock head, sending pulses into my brain.  Taking the whole shaft into his mouth, deep down to the throat, I started fucking his face while he fucked me with the nitestick.  With my gag, hood and neck restrained, I didn’t have free movement to look down to see the back of his head, uniform and my cock disappearing into his throat.  It was almost like this guard was ‘raping’ me – but this was complete pleasure.

Working his tongue back over my cock head, and then taking the whole shaft into this throat, I was ready to pop, and moaned into my gag.  Tuggling my balls down with his gloved hand, and with one last thrust into my ass and into his throat, I unloaded into his throat.  Rather than pulling out, he pushed my cock deeper into his throat, and sucked every drop.

When the pulsations of pleasure had subsided, he cleaned the remaining cum off my shaft and cock head with his tongue, put his nitestick back on his belt, and stood up, and straightened his uniform.

“Heavy cummer too, I can see why you’re special.  That’ll be your last one for a while.  We’ll be there in about 30.”

He tightened the strap around my chest a little, and made sure the collar was still fastened, and closed my cell door.