[This story originally was serialized in Bound & Gagged Issues 43 (Nov/Dec 1994) and 44 (Jan/Feb 1995).]
SAN DIEGO,CA. Earlier this year, I had posted a message on a computer bulletin board about being bored in San Diego, regarding some of my interests. After moving to San Diego late last summer, I continued to call in to one or two bulletin services in Seattle. Just before I had left Seattle I had briefly met a guy that seemed to share some of my interests in bondage. Unfortunately I had moved before we had a chance to discuss things any further. So I was elated to find out that Jerry, the guy I had briefly met, was now a member of one of the bulletin board services I had subscribed to.
As we continued to send each other E-mails we learned we really shared a lot of interests. We both had a big interest in sports. I then found out Jerry also shared a fetish for various sports gear and bondage, which was something I was a bit embarrassed to admit to at first. It was exciting when he sent me a box in the mail with various articles of sports gear in it such as football pants, a large cup-jock, and a pair of wrestling singlets.
Over time, as we exchanged messages, I told him that I still had not found someone I trusted in San Diego to tie me up. I have a lover but he does not share my interests in bondage at all, and still does not quite understand why it turns me on. About this time Jerry suggested that I should fly up to Seattle for a weekend of bondage. I really got excited by the idea but figured it wasn’t something that was going to happen for quite some time. I wanted to but didn’t know if I could afford to visit. Jerry was able to find a real affordable way for me to make the trip. He set a certain date he wanted me to visit and scheduled my flights.
He E-mailed me orders of what I was to wear, and what I was to bring with me on the trip, which was scheduled about three weeks off. It really was hard waiting for those weeks to pass. In one of Jerry’s messages during that period he told me to purchase a pair of white baseball sliding shorts. After I purchased them I was told to wear them that day as I did various things in town. Much to my embarrassment, I was also told to wear the cup and jock he had sent under the shorts. To me the shorts looked too much like underwear, and the cup I had on underneath could readily be seen. I wore it that day when I went out to do laundry. It made me feel very vulnerable and embarrassed.
I was told to bring with me on the trip my motorcycle leathers, the cup-jock, extra socks and toiletries. Also I was to bring my camera. To wear on the plane, originally, I was told to wear the same thing I did when I did the laundry. Instead, I was finally allowed to wear jeans with holes in them, a jock, and a tight shirt. Jerry told me we were going to go to a private party on the first night I arrived, but he wouldn’t tell me more than that. He asked me to get my hair cut again into a short mohawk, like I had when we had briefly met the summer before. This I did not mind since I enjoy having my hair cut real short.
About a week before the trip Jerry E-mailed a contract I was to sign.
By signing this contract, I agree to be a bondage jock/slave to Jerry. I will wear EXACTLY what he wishes between and including the dates March fourth through March seventh. I will not question at any time the clothing or the place I am supposed to wear them. I also agree to all bondage that he wants to put me into. I agree to endure all pain related to this activity, except that which would cause serious physical injury. Also all S/M and humiliation, except that which is considered unsafe. I will abide by this contract and all the agreements set forth. Signed this day the 15th of February 1994. ANDREW.
Jerry also mandated that I was not to have an orgasm at least thirty six hours prior to my flight. Late in the evening about two days prior to my flight to Seattle I told Jerry I had not shot since Monday three days earlier. He told me that I was not to shoot again. He told me that if I did shoot before he allowed it I would be immediately sent back to San Diego. It was a little difficult for me since I usually get off on a daily basis. I was surprised that his order actually sent chills through my body. By the night before I was supposed to leave it was real difficult and I had an uncontrollable hardon.
Finally the time arrived for me to leave San Diego and fly to Seattle. Jerry picked me up at the terminal. We immediately headed north of the Seattle area in his truck. About six that evening we arrived at a huge place that looked like a fancy mountain lodge. Jerry showed me around the place which had large and different rooms, a swimming pool and at least two different spas.
After my quick tour, I was taken to a room which had huge glass doors overlooking the pool area. I was immediately told to strip down to just the rubber jock I had worn on the plane trip. Jerry put locking mitts on my hands. He put a metal collar around my neck, locked it, and locked the mitts to the collar behind my back. He also added a locking metal band around my waist. I was in disbelief as he put these items on, not just that it all seemed to be happening so fast, but that he had trunks filled with these things. He soon added metal leg irons that were connected by a fourteen inch chain around my ankles. Then I was mortified when he locked a chain around my cock and balls and locked the other end to the ankle restraints. He used a chain just short enough so that I had to keep my knees slightly bent. At this time there were only about four other people in the whole compound as far as I could guess, and I figured it wouldn’t be too bad, although I had never been in bondage in front of more than one other person.
Jerry already had his next move in mind. It was to make me go downstairs. He pulled on the chain connected to my balls. I was carefully led down a spiral staircase back to the building lobby, where more guests were arriving. I could not reduce or prevent the initial redness in my face. Once I arrived in the lobby I was told to just stand there so that others would see me as they arrived. After a period of time, I was allowed to sit and Jerry removed the chain from around my balls since it was slowly causing circulation problems. Just as they were starting to come back to normal, Jerry poured a cup of ice into the latex jock. Having my hands affixed to the metal collar, I was unable to do anything about it. As water started to drip out of the jock, Jerry finally dumped the rest of the ice back out. A little while later he unlocked my hands and removed the leather mitts, since after all I still had not signed a letter of consent and age verification for the evening.
Not everyone who attended this private party was there for bondage reasons. Some couples came just to play around, others were there for activities I was not quite ready to participate in. There was a room for whippings and floggings. People would be tied to various racks to be whipped. There was even a room for piercings. I personally am very turned on by bondage, especially by bondage that is either very frustrating, or becomes painful gradually over time. Most of my own experience has been self-inflicted bondage. I had only limited bondage experience prior to this trip.
Finally Jerry decided it was time to lead me back upstairs. After we were back in the designated bondage room, Jerry removed the rest of the restraints and had me remove the jock. The bondage room reminded me of a fishbowl since the walls were made of mainly glass windows and doors. Jerry handed me a pair of latex shorts. He told me to go downstairs to get a condom and lubricant and to put on the latex shorts. At first I didn’t understand the reason for this. Then I looked again at the latex shorts and realized they had a built-in butt plug and a sheath which the cock fitted into. Jerry and I are both into things that are considered safe sexually, so even though the shorts were clean he figured it was best if I put a condom on over the plug. I went downstairs, got the items I needed, then went into the bathroom. I felt very embarrassed pulling on those shorts and shoving something up my ass in front of other people.
I went back upstairs dressed only in the latex shorts. Jerry told me it would be alright if I put my wrestling shoes back on. I gladly put them on. He then pulled out something else made of latex. I thought it was a shirt but it was some sort of latex straightjacket. Just as my arms were in and before I could even think of protesting, Jerry pulled a latex hood, which is part of the jacket, over my head. At least the hood had tiny pinholes where the nose and eyes were. He then pulled on a zipper which went from the peak of the hood all the way down my back. Grabbing my arms he crossed them in front and tied the ends of the sleeves off behind my back. After I was relatively secure he started using rope as well, to make things even tighter. He forced me down onto the floor, where my ankles were tied and my legs pulled up. Then I was left to try and struggle and watch other bondage activities going on in the room. I saw one guy getting tied up with rope. Another guy they had just wrapped in plastic wrap, and they were now starting to wrap him head to toe in duct tape. Jerry was working with a large frame someone had brought along. He had a guy being pulled up by ice skates on his feet so that he was restrained upside down. By now a crowd of about ten people was watching from outside the glass doors. Soon, even though the room was real cool I was sweating inside my latex prison.
Finally Jerry returned to me and untied me. He helped me stand up and removed the latex straightjacket. I was cold then but didn’t say anything. Jerry pulled out what looked like a leather jock, only it was a chastity belt. He fastened it on me with locks over the butt plug latex shorts I was still wearing.
We went back downstairs to see what others were up to and so I could get a quick drink. Even though there were a lot more people around now I didn’t feel quite as self-conscious, in fact I was somewhat aroused by having others see me in various forms of bondage.
After returning to the bondage room, Jerry pulled out a metal object which had four holes in it and which I realized was for both the wrists and ankles. It looked a bit awkward so I started to protest. Jerry just grabbed me by my balls and put a padded horse bit type gag in my mouth, then pushed me down to the floor. I found the gag aroused me as well as irritated me. It was real light and made me feel that if I just turned my head it would be out of my mouth. Of course there was no way it was coming off without someone else removing it for me. The metal restraint was then locked on my wrists and ankles, forcing me to be bent over at the waist. There was no way I could go anywhere. All I could do was wiggle around on the floor. I tried with no luck to slip my right hand out of the metal bar, but all I managed to do was mark up my hand.
I was left restrained this way for at least an hour. The guy someone was taping up was now finished and just layed on the floor like a mummy. Any time I was able to get into a bent over but sitting position, the plug in the latex shorts gave me a strong reminder it was still there. The chastity belt prevented my cock from straightening itself out and caused pain that made me wish I could free my cock and jack off. The frustration and desire together was terribly intense.
Jerry did return to release me, and we went for a brief swim with some others. We used the spa, and I swam a couple of short laps to stretch out a bit. Swimming also helped to relieve some of the tension in my body from the previous frustrations.
From the pool I could see part of the torture room and there were at least three different people tied up and getting whipped. I was amazed at how red some of them were. I decidedly hoped I would not be a participant on this night, though it did intrigue me. I was actually curious about what it was like to be whipped like that. Thankfully I was not bound and flogged on this trip, though I don’t know if it may happen on a future trip sometime.
We went back upstairs. Two guys were suspended in two different frames. It looked like a lot of fun and immediately turned me on, but I did not experience suspension until later that weekend. Meanwhile Jerry was looking through one of his trunks, and I mumbled a comment. He asked me what I had said? I told him nothing, I was just mumbling to myself. Deciding I must not have had anything important to say, Jerry told me to turn around. I did so, and he attempted to put a leather gag in my mouth. The bulb on the end was nearly too large to fit between my teeth. Of course I tried to use this to my advantage and closed my teeth on it before Jerry could force it in. He remedied the situation by once again grabbing my balls. Once the bulb of the gag was in my mouth and strapped in tight, Jerry applied a lock to the gag.
Then he pulled out some long rope from a bag and doubled part of it. He tied a knot in the doubled rope in two spots and then pulled the loop between the knots over my head. He continued working his way down, making knots in the double line about every four inches down to the underside of my cock and balls. Then, working the other ends from my back, he formed diamond-like patterns on my body, making a net-like harness covering my upper body. This was continued down to just above my knees. Then I was told to get down on my knees as he used rope to restrain my hands. I guess he called it finger bondage. The wrists were pulled behind my back, facing outward. They were tied together this way, then he continued to tie between my fingers, crossing back and forth so every finger was also restrained. I was then pushed down onto my stomach to have my feet restrained and tied bent knee, in a way like a hog-tie. As Jerry left to do other things he told me to escape. Figuring since except for the gag it was just rope, I thought ok with some effort I could probably get loose. Jerry did not know I have very flexible fingers. My thumbs in fact are so-called “double jointed,” since they bend in both directions.
After what must have been twenty minutes, I finally got both thumbs loose. Jerry had returned by now but didn’t seem to be worried about my loose thumbs. What he didn’t know was that I now had just enough slack to slowly let my other fingers escape. He was doing something else and two people watching me kept their mouths shut. By the time Jerry took a closer look I had just freed my hands entirely. He actually removed the gag at that point. Therefore I thought I was to be released. I told him I could no longer feel my feet. He released the ropes restraining just my feet so I was free below the knee. However he retied my hands, this time using double knots between the fingers. I already had mild rope burns and tired fingers. This time it was much tighter. I was left roped up for the rest of the time we were at the compound until we left, around 3 am. I was allowed to walk around, only still tied up.
[Much more intense bondage and various things occurred this weekend when we returned to Jerry’s place. However I’ll have to stop for now since I have to catch my plane back to San Diego pretty quick. Also I’m pretty tired and exhausted from being bound night and day. I do still have a locked leather collar I’m to wear home on the plane. A small lock which he doesn’t seem to have a key to. So I’m to find a way to get it off after I get home. I will continue this story after I get some sleep and send it here to Jerry.]
I woke up about five-thirty in the morning. I am not sure why, considering we went to bed at three am when we got back to Jerry’s house after the party. Around seven or eight am I was half dozing when Jerry grabbed me and put on a pair of handcuffs. It was still pretty cool in the house, but I had to wander around wearing the handcuffs and a cup-jock. This was adding to the frustration of not cumming now for six days. After he made a few phone calls, Jerry gave me a shirt and mid-calf spandex shorts to wear. He told me to put on my wrestling shoes since we were going out to breakfast. I was very self-conscious when we went out to the diner since the jock stood out a bit too much for me to feel comfortable.
Jerry told me that a friend of his would be visiting the moment we got back from breakfast. It didn’t bother me at all. I was still feeling overwhelmed from being exposed more or less in front of people at the party.
When we got back to the house, I helped Jerry move a new welded bondage frame into his playroom. About this time Jerry’s friend arrived. His name was Andrew, the same as mine. We shook hands.
Immediately following the introduction, I was told to strip off all my clothes except for the jock. Andrew was already changing into whatever he had been told to wear. Jerry then took out something that looked like a leather strap with little loops attached. I wasn’t too willing at first, but Jerry just grabbed me and turned me towards one of the walls. First he ordered my arms back as he strapped my wrists with two of the leather loops, then continued up my arms. So now my arms were restrained behind my back tightly and I couldn’t even guess at this point how to escape from them. Backing me up to the metal bondage frame now assembled, Jerry somehow fastened me to it. Since I was being my normal self, full of nervous energy, and would not shut up, a head harness of some sort was added. The harness had a small built-in gag. It also had a small tight strap that went under my chin and prevented me from opening my mouth at all. At this point all I could do was stand there. Both smiled. I couldn’t tell if it was because they enjoyed seeing me tied up, or if it was because they finally had forced me to shut up. I figured it was a combination of both.
There was a television in the room with some sort of bondage video on it. I could barely see the video that was on the screen. Probably I was lucky I couldn’t quite make it out, since I had no way I could play with myself. Jerry found this amusing and took a picture of my bound situation.
I found out why Andrew had come over to the house. Apparently Jerry had a new body bag type sleep sack. It was all leather and had leather straps to make things even tighter. Andrew was ordered to climb inside the bag which was set up on a padded table. Jerry then zipped up the bag and applied a tight hood with only two holes at the nose. Andrew was wiggling around, so after he tightened the straps, Jerry used rope to tie the bag down to the padded table. He even used rope somehow to keep Andrew from squirming with his head. Andrew made some comments about how he could spend all night in such a situation, but I really doubted it. Sure the thought of an hour or two would be cool. I was sure however that after that it would get painful not to be able to stretch, move, or squirm at all. I was sure I probably could not handle more than maybe four hours or so stuck in one position.
Jerry came over to me after Andrew was well secured. He pulled down my jock and started to massage my crotch. I was of course painfully hard the moment my cock had room to straighten out. He started to jack me off rapidly, then stopped. I think I gave myself friction burns on my wrists trying to yank my hands free. I was immensely frustrated with the fact that he had stopped just then. I stared at him, begging with my eyes, but he ignored this. He pulled out a body massage type vibrator and used it on my chest and limbs. It was a very relaxing type of feeling. He used it on the crotch of Andrew, just long enough to frustrate him, I believe.
Jerry then came over to me and released whatever had secured me to the metal frame. The frame was doorway-shaped with metal rings welded all over it and swivel hooks in the top. Jerry plans to add an inner frame to rotate within the larger frame in the future. I still had my arms and hands restrained behind me when Jerry pulled out a large leather body harness. After he had me step into it, he tightened a waistband, and released my arms from behind my back. My cock was again trying painfully to stretch out of the cup and jock. I was told to step up onto a wooden box as Jerry continued to restrain me with the harness. It had at least two waist straps as well as shoulder straps. Jerry attached the waist straps to the hooks in the sides of the frame and the shoulder straps to the hooks in the top of the frame. Then he removed the box from under my feet, leaving me hanging.
Eventually Jerry used wrist cuffs to restrain my hands out to the side of the frame. Now I really had no hope of getting out on my own. Even more appalling was that the head harness around my head,which was keeping my mouth shut, had a metal loop at the top, and Jerry attached this loop to a metal hook at the top of the frame. This prevented me from moving my head forward or back even a little.
More was still to come. Pulling out a two-foot metal bar, Jerry attached leather ankle cuffs to it and put the cuffs around my ankles. He didn’t use locks on the ankle restraints, he had no need to. Then, from a hole in the ceiling, he pulled down a rope with a hook on the end and attached the hook to the bar between my ankles. Apparently the rope was attached to a winch somewhere else in the room. Jerry tightened the winch, and as he did so my feet were pulled up until I was suspended almost horizontal in the air by my wrists and ankles.
Reaching under my jock, Jerry pulled out my cock and started pulling on it, slowly picking up speed. Of course he only did this until I was breathing heavily through my nose, then he stopped. He went over to a dresser and put on latex gloves. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I began to feel frightened. I don’t know if Jerry knew what I was worried about, since my dick was still very hard. Jerry applied some lubricant to one of his hands and slowly started to rub my ass. He then pushed one of his gloved fingers into my ass. He slowly massaged my insides with a finger or two. I couldn’t really tell, since one finger felt big enough even though I had played with a small plug in my ass on my own. Some time during this he removed his hand and pushed an anal toy in. It was a long, egg-shaped ball attached to a handle. Holding it by the long handle he slowly slid it in and moved it around. I was unbelievably aroused. He continued to massage the inside of my ass with it, then stopped. When he let go, I could feel the handle hanging out from under me, the egg part still stuck inside.
I was kind of surprised when he moved the padded table Andrew was on until it was almost underneath me. By pushing the table forward, Jerry pushed the intrusive object further up into me. He stopped when Andrew’s hips were under mine and the object up my ass was wedged between the two of us. I knew what was going to happen now. Jerry would use the body massager on Andrew, causing him to move from the pleasurable feeling. As Andrew moved his hips he would force the wand up my ass. That’s what happened, and I also felt it wiggling around inside of me. I could even feel some of the vibrations that came from the body massager on Andrew. It was a very unusual feeling.
Knowing I had no way to grab myself and violently jack off, I just endured a high state of sexual arousal that is hard to describe. I would say I became detached from my body but that would be the opposite of how I really felt. It was like a sensory overload. I just stopped thinking. Kind of like the moment right before orgasm. Only this feeling wasn’t brief, it just kept being there. I suddenly had no wants, needs or desires. I just existed on a high euphoric level that seemed to go on and on. Certainly after I started to come down from this level I knew it was a feeling I had not quite ever felt before. Also I knew this was what life was and I absolutely needed to feel it again sometime, even though it soon left me feeling gooey and exhausted.
At some point Jerry removed the tool from my bottom, and slowly lowered my feet towards the ground. As I swung back into an upright position, he removed my ankle restraints. Then he unfastened my head and shoulders from the frame. I was glad my hands were still attached to it since I could barely stand at the moment. Still, I have no idea how much time I spent suspended.
Next Jerry freed my hands and the harness that was keeping my mouth shut. After the gag was removed I still remained quiet—for some reason I just felt I should. Jerry told me I could pull off the only thing I had left on, the cup jock. When the jock was removed it was nearly soaked in pre-cum. I knew I had not actually had an ejaculation. In a way I think if I had been able to jack off I would not have quite had the same experience.
I was told I could use the restroom and take a break. As I was drinking some water in the other room and just sitting, Jerry was releasing Andrew. Something about the object he was wearing while in the sack was cutting off circulation to his balls too much. After we were both freed and Jerry had a short break he came out to the living room and told me to turn around.
I couldn’t believe I was going to be restrained again. I should have expected it since I was supposed to be bound some way or another the whole time I was visiting. Quickly Jerry slapped on a regular pair of handcuffs. He handed me an older worn white jock to wear and told me to put it on. Then, with a little help from his hand he got me down on the floor. Now he used a metal bar of sorts with holes for ankles built in. My handcuffs were also laced into this. This happened in the living room, and Jerry told me to go into the spare room. I looked at him funny because I really thought that it would not be possible for me to do it.
“Get going now!” he ordered.
I had no choice. After a moment I rolled onto my feet. It took more than one try. In a bent over position, a near crouch, I kind of slowly waddled towards the other room.
“Move faster, and keep moving until you are in the very middle of the room,” he demanded.
I did as best I could under the circumstances. I finally did reach the middle of the room. The entire room was empty except for a thick plastic sheet on the floor. Jerry had told me earlier he was getting the room ready for painting. Once I was in the middle of the room he told me just to rest there, my back to the door. A few moments later I heard him return. He stuffed an old jock in my mouth and used the straps to make a quick gag of it. I was crouched down with my head resting on the floor between my knees. Suddenly I heard water being squirted all over the plastic sheet. Then a little bit hit me. Suddenly I was being soaked. As it dripped I realized by the feel and the smell that it wasn’t water, but oil. He was spraying me with huge amounts of oil. I really felt vulnerable and helpless. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I could hear Jerry and Andrew laughing back in the doorway. As I tried to wiggle away from the spray all I managed to do was plant my face right into the floor already wet with the mineral oil. I felt slimy and gross but figured it wasn’t too bad since it was just clean oil. As I slipped onto my side while trying to move Jerry soaked my front with oil. He and Andrew just stood in the doorway smiling at my helpless oil-soaked body.
“Now, there are four envelopes in this room,” Jerry told me. “In one of the envelopes is a key to the handcuffs. All you have to do is find that envelope and unlock yourself.” Then he left the room.
While I slipped and squirmed across the floor, Jerry placed Andrew into a regular canvas straight jacket to squirm in and try to get out.
Returning to watch me squirm, Jerry decided it was too easy for me to get out. I was not so sure, but was happy when he released the bar from my feet. He decided that seeing me bound and oiled looked like too much fun to pass up so he stripped. I was told we would wrestle. Of course it wasn’t really a match, since my hands were still handcuffed behind my back. We just kind of slipped around for a bit. I was trying to get away, without any luck at all. Finally Jerry flipped me over on my stomach and laid down on top of me, moving his body over mine. Jerry rubbed his crotch against various parts of my body. I did not mind, since it just made the situation more erotic, rather than humiliation like it had been. Flipping me over again, Jerry sat on top of me, pulled my dick out and started to massage it. I was already hard, and the oil masturbation felt wonderful. Once again, after too short of a period, he stopped massaging my crotch. Placing it back in the pouch of the jock, I was told I could get off, as long as I did not try to use my hands (which I couldn’t use anyway). Also, I only had four minutes. I did try my best. I wiggled about against the floor but it was too slick. And the jock I had on even though thin was just enough to keep me from doing it.
Jerry returned to the room and carefully led me out to the shower. I spent quite some time trying to remove the oil off my body. After asking Jerry’s permission, I also shaved my face and the stubble on the sides of my mohawk. When I was clean and shaved I went back out to the living room to rest on the floor. My energy was nearly gone from the experience and the lack of sleep so I wanted to rest.
Andrew was being let free at this time as well. He had a short period of time left before he needed to leave for work that evening. After Andrew was free he asked Jerry if he could use me for bondage practice. I decided to ignore Andrew when he came back to the living room where Jerry and I were. I continued to ignore his requests until Jerry ordered me to go over to Andrew and do as I was told. Andrew had one of Jerry’s chastity belts with him. It was an odd device which had a small hole in the front which the cock and balls were pulled through. A small cloth strap then went around the cock and balls like a cock ring to keep them from being pulled out of the hole. Then a hard cover closed over the front of the restrained cock, and was zipped closed. The hip band and the hard cover along with the zipper were all padlocked. Once the chastity belt was on I had no way to play with myself, even with my hands free, even though I now had full permission to do it. Andrew decided he now wanted to put me into the straightjacket he had been wearing. I looked over to Jerry who just gave me a look telling me to cooperate and do as I was told. Once the jacket was on Andrew also used a few extra leather straps to assure I wouldn’t be escaping. Much to my annoyance, he also added the head harness type gag again.
I was pushed down to the floor, my ankles tied up, and left there. Jerry and Andrew watched the television and ignored me, like I was furniture. By this time it was fine with me, I was tired and just tried to sleep. A little while later my feet were released.
After Andrew cleaned up and left for work, Jerry removed everything but the chastity belt and we took about an hour and a half nap. Then we went out for dinner and to a bar for a few hours. Jerry dressed me in my motorcycle race leathers and put a chain around my neck with a large lock on it, saying it was for my protection.
We returned late in the evening to his house and I stripped down to a jock. We were in the bedroom and both of us were really horny. Jerry said he was too sleepy to do anything, but ordered me to go to the other room and return with leather wrist manacles, a two foot chain, three matching locks and a small towel. I did as I was told. When I returned he put the padded leather cuffs on my wrists and locked them to the ends of the chain. I was on my knees on the bed and he told me to lean forward. He pulled the chain over behind my head and with the third lock locked it close to my neck like a collar. My hands were now locked up by my neck. I knew this was how he intended me to sleep for the night. He then added a stainless steel ring, nearly an inch wide, around my cock. It was painfully large but I enjoyed it. I was really pleased when he grabbed my cock and started to massage it, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He kept at it, the urge to shoot just kept growing stronger and stronger until I could tell I was getting close. He then stopped and I moaned. He told me no whimpering. He also told me I had until one am to get off or I didn’t get to for the night. That gave me only four minutes. He started to tug on my crotch again. He even applied a large amount of lubricant. He deliberately went very slow, but finally he picked up pace. I started gasping and realized he was not going to stop. I was now moaning in pleasure and finally shot. It splashed out like a faucet. I shot up to my chest. Although it did not shoot out as far as it felt like it would, it felt as though it covered my chest and stomach. Jerry continued to pull on it though, and it felt a bit raw. Finally he stopped. He wiped me down and removed the ring from behind my sore balls. He told me he only let me get off because he said I would need the extra help sleeping. He turned off the light and said I’d need the rest for tomorrow.
At least Saturday night I did sleep a little better. I did however wake up after only about six hours of sleep. When Jerry finally decided he was ready to get up, he came over and unlocked me. I was now able to go use the toilet and clean up a little bit. Jerry told me to try on a leather boxing jock which really looked huge. He seemed to think it looked fine, so he handed me a pair of sweats and a heavy, slightly cut off sweatshirt. At least they were warm. I had been pretty cold that morning. The cold was one of the reasons I had awakened so soon. Jerry handed me a big pair of boxing boots and told me to put them on. Deciding he liked what he saw, Jerry announced we were going to go out for breakfast again, and make a short trip in town. Things looked ok, but just a little off if someone was to look close, especially in the crotch area.
We returned home a while later and I was ordered to strip again. Jerry dug through some of his boxes and pulled out assorted football gear. He put together an entire outfit from the helmet to the high top cleats, including all the pads. Handing me my cup jock again he told me to get dressed. He watched as I put on the jock and then slid the pants up. They fit real tight. I laced them up and then retightened the belt. Next I put on the shoulder pads and jersey. I needed his help to put them on and get them buckled on. I then put on socks and the cleats. Surprisingly, when I put the helmet on, it fit snug and perfect. Jerry tightened the chin strap and snapped it on.
“Get in the other room, down on your knees, and wait for me,” he ordered.
I did exactly as I was told. When he arrived he brought rope with him. He started to tie my hands and arms, then started to string rope in various ways around my chest and arms and under the crotch. He then laced some of the rope through the face bars of the helmet. The helmet was tied off in enough areas so that I had absolutely no movement of my head. It was a strange feeling to try and look around and not be able to see anything, except what was in front of me.
After Jerry pushed me down facing the floor I could only see the carpet. He tied my legs together. I tried to resist that only a little, then gave up knowing it was not going to help me at all. My legs were tied to the knees, and the ankles were pulled up in a somewhat hogtie position. Once I was fully restrained, Jerry told me to turn over. Between the ropework and the shoulder pads it was impossible to move at all. So Jerry flipped me over onto my back. With the way my legs were restrained, my body made a bridge. I was nearly on my back yet my arms did not feel crushed. My feet were flat on the ground, as was my head. It was an awkward angle.
Jerry left the room and when he returned a few moments later he reached into the front of my pants and jock, and grabbed my cock. After he grabbed it once or twice, I felt him push his other hand in. I could smell something like menthol creme, but when he rubbed it on it just felt a little cool. I wondered if he did this as punishment for struggling, or just because he wanted to. Suddenly, the stuff got real hot and felt like fire in my crotch. I started to moan uncontrollably. So Jerry carefully stuck his fingers in through the bars of the face shield with strips of tape and taped my mouth closed. He then flipped me back onto my stomach, told me to escape and left me to suffer.
I was surprised at how much my whole body was sweating. I could feel my face dripping with sweat. I was just staring down at the carpet, the only thing I could see again. Struggling was out of the question. I just could not move. Neither could I really think, since the Icy Hot on my cock would first just feel hot but then suddenly bite hard with a firelike pain. I stayed there moaning with my taped mouth.
Jerry came back and asked how come I hadn’t escaped yet? I just mumbled. He reached under me and shook the cup jock around a few times. Apparently he knew what this would do. It rubbed the creme and sweat the jock had absorbed all over my cock again. Once again it burned like hell. He left me for a while longer. After I had finally somehow grabbed a knot and managed to untie it, I realized it did not do me any good at all. Moving my mouth around I was able to get the top part of the tape to come off. The sweat on my face must have helped. It was good timing too since the rope behind the knees was too tight and I could no longer feel my legs below that point. I called Jerry’s name out. He came back right away and untied my legs. He probably untied some other knots since I was finally able to start untying parts of myself except for my bound hands. He told me to get up, which I still had some trouble doing. I moved around and once I found a mirror I was able to get the rest untied.
Jerry told me to undress down to the jock and put everything else away. I was also allowed to use the toilet if I needed to. I did as I was told, then went out to the living room when I was done. I just stood there with my arms crossed behind my back. When he saw I was done Jerry stood up and told me to go into the playroom with him.
Once in the room I realized he intended to put me into the leather body bag Andrew had been in the day before. The idea had long been a turn on, but now when it came to the point of me really getting thrown into it, I was apprehensive. But I was not given a choice. He had me sit on the padded table and pulled the bag up over first my feet, then up past my hips and to the shoulder. Jerry handed me a towel to put between my knees. I didn’t know why for sure, but what I did know is once I reached down inside with the towel, he locked down the top of the bag with my arms inside. Without a struggle he had managed to get my arms in the bag and get the bag closed down tight around my neck. What I did know is he had used a pretty good trick.
He then buckled all the straps down tight. The exterior ankle strap, knee, thigh, waist and chest strap were all tightened down. He then ran rope through all the straps affixing me to the table. I was not moving or going anywhere now.
Bringing over a latex hood, he told me to hold my breath. Soon after the tight hood was pulled down, I realized the hood had no openings except a tiny one at the nose. Also it had a flat little rubber gag built in. I actually had always wanted a hood like this one but now it just added to everything else that restrained me. The gag started to grow in my mouth. I should have known it was one of those inflatable gags.
Jerry left me that way for a bit and when he returned he asked if I could see out at all. I mumbled an affirmative. Instantly the gag started to inflate even more—way too much more. It filled my whole mouth and closed off my breathing. I was panicked, but just as quickly it fully deflated. Jerry then removed the hood. I didn’t tell him, but I actually was slightly disappointed the hood was removed, only because when he had played with the gag like that, it turned me on even more. It turned me on so much because I had no control even over my own breathing, yet I really knew it was okay since I truly did trust Jerry.
Jerry had a leather hood with just a nose opening in it all ready as soon as the latex one came off. Now all was dark and the only breathing I was doing was through the nose opening in the hood. I do not know how long I remained that way, but it did feel like quite some time. Off in the background I could here Jerry talking on the phone. Not too much later he came in, removed my hood and started to release me.
Jerry told me, “We are going to go into town today. As soon as I let you out, I want you to go into the other room and put on what I have layed out for you. I want no complaints or discussion about it. I have your wallet packed in this bag and we are leaving as soon as you get dressed.”
I got up and went into the other room. On the floor was a white cup and jock. Also some lycra mid-calf shorts, my socks and wrestling shoes. Also a grey half-shirt. I got dressed and soon realized that the pants also had little breathing holes in them. They were almost like mesh, only not nearly as revealing. Much to my dismay, however, the bulging white cup-jock could be made out underneath. With the half-shirt on there was also no way I could pull it down enough to cover the jock area. I truly would have complained if I had not been ordered against it. I still get red in the face just buying things like a jock or condoms.
We drove into town and I thought we would just be going to the athletic club. I was wrong, however. We first went to a store three blocks away from where Jerry parked. He told me to walk in front of him about twenty or thirty feet. I didn’t blame him. I would be semi-embarrassed to be seen with someone dressed like me. Unfortunately, I was the one dressed in an embarrassing way. I definitely did feel some humiliation. Jerry told me he was following behind me so he could watch others’ reaction. Apparently he enjoyed watching people look at me, the jock slave.
Soon we were back in the truck and off to the health spa. Once we arrived and removed our clothes to use the spa I felt much better. I really did feel like I’d much rather walk around naked than wear what I had just taken off. I was able to relax in the spa, then I took a long shower, then sat in the steam room, showered again and went to the locker room to get ready to leave. There Jerry told me that I was lucky he forgot what he had planned on bringing. He had planned on having me work out in pinkish shorts and a similar shirt. I could not have handled that at all! He pulled out a tight pair of jeans and a black shirt for me to wear. I was glad about the change at first. But once I got the very tight five button jeans up I could only get the first four buttons closed. The jeans were a waist size twenty-eight. They looked like they had been sprayed with acid, since they had tiny holes everywhere and a number of larger ones as well. With the jock on you could see it in a few places.
We went to a small leather store where Jerry saw a woman he knew. She was asking about some leather strap and how it was used. So Jerry grabbed me and immediately ordered me to put my hands behind my back. They were quickly strapped together. Then a strap was added that went around my shoulders. With that, he pulled my hands up high behind my back.
Although we were in the middle of a store with other customers present, I was really turned on. I liked how tight it felt and how well it worked. After the stuff I had just been through I probably could have been taken out into the street like that and not minded too much. But Jerry untied me. Later we went to dinner and then returned to Jerry’s,
As soon as we were in the house I removed my clothes. Jerry told me to go into the play room and put on whatever was waiting there for me. It certainly did look scary and took some time to get on. It was a locking chastity belt with a built-in butt plug. I finally did get it all on and returned to the other room. There I was handcuffed and my legs were locked behind a chair with metal cuffs again. Jerry showed me one story on the computer which only made my dick hurt, stuffed as it was in the chastity belt. Also the butt plug was right on the edge of being terribly painful since I was sitting right on it. He also had me start part of this story. Luckily he let me go pretty soon. I expected to be tied like that until I finished it. In that case I would probably still be bound (Not that I would mind right now, since I rarely get such an opportunity).
Once the leg cuffs were removed Jerry unlocked the front of the chastity belt so I could go pee. I tried but could not go until I took the butt plug off. I was told to leave it off.
When I returned to the bedroom I lay on the bed on my back and Jerry handcuffed my hands above my head to I could not bring them down. He then massaged my body and played with my dick a little bit. Then, sitting on my knees, he started to play with himself. Then he stopped, and put his dick back into the jock he was wearing. He moved up over me and nearly smothered me with his cock-and-ball-stuffed jock. He rubbed his jock all over my face and head, occasionally grabbing and jerking on my dick.
I am someone who usually does not like oral sex. I certainly will not do it without a condom, either. I do have fantasies occasionally of being forced to suck a guy off. For some reason, in fact, the idea of being forced to do oral sex is a really big turn on for me. So at this point my body was pleading to suck him, I just couldn’t get enough of his crotch in my face. I was frantic with sexual desire again. The desire was terribly strong.
Eventually Jerry just got up off of me and laid back and jerked himself off. He then drug in the leather body bag! I nearly stopped breathing. I knew what he had planned this time. He told me I should just feel lucky that I did not still have the chastity belt with the butt plug on. He mumbled something that sounded like, “wait till next time.”
Jerry did however put my cup-jock back on. I could barely feel the hot menthol creme in it. I was again tightly bound in the bag, then hooded.
He notified me that, “If you whimper, moan, complain or in any way wake me up, you can expect to get a jock full of Icy Hot. Not a little, but filled with it. This includes loud breathing, or other tricks to get my attention. This is a mental contract that will not end until I deem it in the morning.”
He did remove the hood though, because my sinuses started to plug up. I was on the edge of getting a cold.
During the night I fell into a sound sleep in the bag. I even had a dream that I was in the bag at a party and was disappointed I could escape from it so easily. Later in the night I did escape and was quite relieved about it since I had started to get stiff in the bag, stuck unmoving on my back—Then I woke up! It was only twelve-thirty am. I had been in the bag three hours and was truly stiff. For some reason Jerry was awake at the same time and asked how I was. I had become real hot. I could tolerate the heat, but I was very dried out and thirsty, likely from the slight cold. Jerry gave me a few sips of water and pulled the bed cover partially over the bag. After that he said “Goodnight” and went right back to sleep. Unfortunately for me, the rest of the night I never slept more than ten minutes at a time. I could just barely see a clock, so I watched all those hours go by, but I was determined to make it without breaking the contract he had enforced on me.
Finally in the morning, after I had been in it for hours, Jerry let me out. I was not too stiff, but still very tired. Jerry needed to leave for work so I got some juice and started on the computer. We were both disappointed things had to end. My flight was leaving in a few hours. Jerry came in and locked a leather collar on me and did not give me the key.
Jerry told me I could play with the toys when I finished the first part of the story. I did finish it, though it was not done as well as could be since I was absolutely worn out from the weekend. I had difficulty looking at the screen.
I went into the playroom and was amazingly masochistic for some reason. I needed some pain. I put a ball stretcher on that should not have fit. It was over an inch wide and I have tight balls. I do not know how I forced it on. Then I added three different weights to it, but before I let them hang I grabbed a set of large tight tit clamps and applied them. I then let the weights go, grabbed the chain on the tit clamps and pulled as I jerked off. In no more than thirty seconds I was exploding all over a towel I had placed on the floor.
During the next two hours before I had to leave I jacked off twice to the memories of the weekend. I then put on the clothes I was told to wear home. The jock had more Icy-Hot in it, and was painful on my now sensitive balls. I felt it the full five hours home. (Thank you Jerry for a real great time!)
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