By Mortice Deadlock, November 2001
Chapter 2
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Thursday, 9:55am
I didn't need to change this morning, since I was already still in the rubber gear from last night.
Mike said, "So did you have fun last night with Tony?"
"Yea, sure did. He loved the suit - of course he added a hood too. It was very kinky for me not only not being able to grab my cock, but knowing that not even the guy I was with could get at it."
"Mmm great - must have made you horny!"
"Ooo yea, and I still am." Then I added, optimistically, "I hope I won't have to stay stuck in this suit for too long."
He only said, "I bet you do!"
Thursday, 11:55am
Two men came in to the shop, and I could tell immediately which was dom and which sub. They were both in leathers, but the one in front looked quite casual, whereas the one behind looked like he had been told to keep himself smart, and was wearing a locked leather collar.
The dom said to me, "I'm looking for something interesting for a cage for my boy. He has a small one he sleeps in already, but I'd like something a bit different."
I replied, "Well we have a range of cages available. Would you like to browse our selection?"
"Yes, certainly." Then he turned to his sub. "Boy, show your gratitude for this man's kindness."
The sub ran around to stand in front of me, then got down on his knees. He bent down and started licking my rubber feet.
Mike came along with a catalogue, and started showing the cage section to the dom, while the sub worked up my legs and started licking my hard rubber cock and balls - such a shame I wasn't in anything more accessible!
After a short while, Mike said, "Andy, the gentleman would like to see the 69 cage in use. Could you get it ready?"
I left the sub as he was licking my locked arse zip, and found the cage.
It was horizontal, nearly as long as a person, and about a foot tall. The top opened and hinged to one side. Both the top and bottom had lots of straps on the inside of the cage.
The dom started strapping the sub into the bottom of the cage, lying down face up with his hands strapped down but his knees in the air and his feet strapped either side of his arse.
Mike strapped me in the same way to the top of the cage, but with my head near the sub's feet and vice versa.
Once we were both fully strapped in, they both lifted up the top of the cage with me strapped to it, and put it down on the rest of the cage, so lowering me onto the sub. I heard the rattle of a padlock being added.
My head was pushed right up against the sub's groin, and his against mine. I did what seemed natural, and poked around with my tongue.
I heard Mike say, "My boy would enjoy this much more if the suit he's wearing didn't prevent any access to his cock."
The dom responded, "Oh, well my boy has a hard cup inside his leathers at the moment, so he won't feel a thing either.
But nevertheless, they left us to it as they went off to discuss pricing.
Thursday, 9:15pm
I had been horny all day, still locked in the suit along with the plug Mike had locked back in. I felt the buzz of the plug, so went over to see what Mike wanted.
He was standing over by a restraint chair we have on display in the shop. He said, "Would you like a seat?"
I sat, and he started buckling me into the chair, at my wrists, upper arms, ankles, thighs, waist and neck.
He said, "You've been a good boy, in your rubber enclosure all day, so here's where you get your reward." He took out a small key, and put it into a hole right in the top of the cock shape at the groin of my suit. Using it he was able to take the top off the cock shape. He poked his finger down inside it, and for the first time in 2 days, my cock felt some contact!
He then took out a strange looking piece of equipment - a box of dials connected with wire to a cylinder of brushes. He pushed the cylinder down inside the suit's rubber cock shape, and I felt the brushes slide down the side of my cock.
He turned a dial and the brushes started to move up the side of my cock! They then moved down, then up again, slowly rubbing my cock and giving it the stimulation it had been missing.
He picked up a hood, and as he put it on me he said, "I have to do some paperwork for a while, so I'll just leave you to enjoy yourself. Now, open wide," and he pushed the large gag of the hood into my mouth.
The hood was tight leather, with a big gag, blindfold, and pads over my ears to muffle sound - very constricting.
He must have adjusted the controls again, because I felt the brushes slow down. They were now enough to stimulate, but nothing like enough to make me cum. Then the buttplug started buzzing away, switching on and off at random intervals.
And there I sat. Completely helpless, unable to move a muscle, cock and arse both constantly stimulated, horny as hell, no idea how long I'd been here, and no idea how long was to go.
Then, after what felt like hours, the brushes felt like they were a little faster. They slowly got faster, more and more stimulating, getting me closer and closer to cuming.
As the brushes were going full speed, as I was panting and yearning for a climax, I felt a touch right on the tip of my cock. I had no idea what it was, but it was enough - I shot my horny load. I've no idea where it went, and I didn't care, I only knew the cum was pumping through my cock.
As soon as I finished, I felt the plug and brushes stop and then my hood being unstrapped.
I finally saw the dazzle of light and the freshness of direct air, then saw Mike's face. He kissed me.
I said, "That was incredible! How long was I in there for?"
"Glad you liked it. It was about three quarters of an hour. Bet your suit has got a bit sweaty by now."
"Yea it has, I'll be glad to get a shower. If I'm going to be allowed out of the suit, that is."
Mike smiled, and said, "Well..."
Friday, 9:47am
Mike said, "I thought I'd been a bit hard on you recently, so today you can have something a bit easier to wear."
In the changing room, I found a rubber mini kilt and just the chest straps of a leather harness. Of course, nothing to wear under the kilt.
I put them on. The kilt was just long enough to cover the end of my cock which was freely hanging down inside it.
When I went out to show Mike, he looked under the kilt and smiled, then added, "We just have a few more things to add." Here we go again!
He had me lie on a couch, then fiddled with my cock and balls for a while. I could feel something tightening around them. Then he said, "One more thing," and then gently pushed something up my arse, which felt like the pager plug I had been wearing most of the week.
"There you go, you can carry on now".
I checked under the kilt. A heavy shiny steel ball weight was firmly clamped around the top of my balls, which had a hinge connecting it to a heavy shiny steel cockring around the base of my cock and balls. A short chain came off the hinge, the other end of which was padlocked to the end of the plug.
Mike pointed out, "The plug isn't locked into you, but if you take it out then it will be left dangling between your legs, so I'll be looking out for that."
Friday, 2:15pm
I saw a guy looking at a rack of gags, so I asked him, "Would you like any help?"
He said, "Yes please. I'm due to be a submissive at a party next week, so I'm looking for some appropriate equipment."
He looked like a cute guy, and so I though I'd push him for a bit more detail. "And what sort of party would that be?"
"Ah, well..." He looked embarrassed. "I'm going to be sucking off all the other guys there."
I couldn't help but smile. "Ah right, well... would something restraining be in order then?"
"Oh yes, essential!"
I would like to see what this guy would be like in some good restraints. "Could I recommend a straitjacket then, for good all-round security?"
I showed him a rack of straitjackets, and he selected one in leather with lot of extra securing straps. He asked if he could try it on, so I lead him through to a changing room.
I said, "It's best if you take your shirt off first." This is partially true, although also I wanted to see his chest. And I wasn't disappointed - nice firm abs and a six-pack stomach.
I put some of the straps for the jacket down on the floor on the other side of the room. Then I slid his arms into the jacket and started buckling him up. As I did so, he kept making the groaning noises which I knew meant he was enjoying himself.
I went to get the other straps. I had put them down in a place so that I would have to bend over to get them, and so show him my arse.
As I turned back, his eyes were bulging out of his head. He said, "Wow! What have you got on under there?"
"What, this little thing?" I said as I lifted my kilt to show him my now hard cock with the hardware bolted on.
He said, "You're just lucky that I'm well secured now!"
I smiled, and said, "I'd better finish strapping you up then," as I buckled and tightened the other straps. He wriggled, just to confirm he was really trapped.
He said, "I saw some gags earlier, with big holes in the front."
"Ah, a wise choice," I said. "Would you like to try one on?"
His smile answered that question, so I went to get one. When I returned, he was already obediently knelt down with his mouth open.
As I put the gag in his mouth and buckled it behind his head, I said, "This is a cock-sucking gag - the ring in your mouth is designed to allow a cock through, and prevent you from biting it or stopping it."
I finished, and stepped back to admire his helplessness. I thought I would ask him a question he couldn't answer: "Now, what did you say you were going to be doing at this party?"
He moaned a bit, which could have been an attempt at an answer, then he leant forward to the bulge that was sticking prominently out from my kilt. "What's the matter, you want something in here?"
I stepped forward and lifted my kilt. He dived straight down and pushed the ring of his gag over my cock.
I grabbed the back of his head, and fucked his face as his tongue lapped all over my cock.
He was very good, even though he didn't have the use of his lips. Soon I felt I was about to cum. I grabbed his hair, pulled out of his gag, and rubbed my cock into his hair as I came in thick creamy spurts.
I caught my breath, then dried my cock off on his hair. Then I unbuckled his gag.
As soon as he's stretched his jaw, he said, "Wow, that was fantastic."
I pushed my hand down his jeans, and said, "Wow, you're wet! You must have enjoyed it as much as I did."
He only said, "So, do you want to come to a party next week?"
Saturday, 9:40am
The jumble of steel I found in the changing room, I knew very well. It was a custom made full stainless steel chastity belt, with rubber lining in some places. It had a tube which housed my cock and kept it pointing downwards, so getting hard in it was quite uncomfortable. It had a waist band which locked on, and a thin bar which went down between my arse cheeks to prevent anything being inserted there.
It was designed for lnog term use, and so there was no good excuse to ask for it to be removed. I had often worn it over a weekend, and a few times worn it for a whole week without having the keys. It was very frustrating, but that in itself was a big turn-on.
I expected Mike was putting this on me today because he wanted me to wear it over the weekend, so it was no surprise when he said, "You don't mind being locked in it for a while, do you?"
I was also locked into a shiny steel collar which matched the belt, with a big padlock in front.
The only other thing I wore was a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain, and some boots.
Saturday, 10:30am
I heard Mike laughing on the phone, then he called to me, "You'd better take this call."
I took the phone, and a voice said, "Hi. Back on Monday you sold a chastity harness to a guy."
I had to try to remember. "Yes, I think so."
"And you locked the keys onto him with a combination lock?"
"Oh yes, I remember that! Do you want to get out of it now?"
"Well, actually no. I'm not the one who bought the harness. He's still happily locked into it, quite comfortable and very horny. I've been keeping him horny for a few days now, and it's great that I know he can't go play with himself when I'm not around."
"So how can I help?"
"I'd like you to tell me the combination, so I know, and he knows, that I can set him free any time I want."
I laughed, "It sounds like he's getting good use out of our gear then, always nice to know. The combination is 147."
"Great, thanks. I'm not actually going to free him for a while yet, but it's nice to know I could do eventually."
Saturday, 3:40pm
The shop door opened, and in walked a couple who could not possibly have come to the shop by public transport.
A tall, slender woman entered wearing a shiny black PVC catsuit and black patent leather high heels came in, holding a riding crop in one hand and a lead in the other.
The other end of the lead was attached to the collar of a very fit, muscled man dressed entirely in rubber from head to foot, who was following behind her. The zip over his mouth in the rubber hood was closed, and there weren't any obvious eye holes, so he may have been walking only when pulled by the lead. His hands were handcuffed behind him, and his cock was in a rubber sheath in his suit, currently erect.
The woman seemed to take no notice of the man, just tugged him along behind her.
She approached Mike, announcing, "I need something new to keep my slave under control. What do you have."
Mike was about to answer when she saw me and shouted, "Oh, what a divine little thing!"
She trotted over to me in her heels, with her slave trying to keep up. She stroked my cheek with the end of her crop, saying, "And what do they call you, boy?"
"My name is Andy, Madam."
She moved the end of the crop down, to hook the chain between my nipple clamps, and gently tugged it. "Well, Andy, you really are quite charming!"
Her eyes drifted down to my chastity belt. "And I see you are kept under control, like every good slave boy should be. Do you find it secure, boy?"
I had to smile at her put-on air of dominance, but I was happy to play along. "Yes, Madam, it's quite secure. I can't do anything when I'm locked up in it."
She said, "Let me see," and she put her hand behind the main shield of my chastity belt, to where the cock tube is. When she found one of my balls, she dropped the lead in her other hand and examined both my balls as they hung either side of the tube.
"Mmm yes, you are an interesting one," she said as she teased each ball. I'm not into women, but I couldn't help being turned on by that being done to me.
She stared me straight in the eye as one hand moved down the cock tube to the grille at the bottom, where it found some pre-cum dripping down. She wiped it up on her finger, then very deliberately licked the finger, while still staring at me.
"Mmm!" she said. "Is it for sale?"
I stared her back, and answered, "Is what for sale?"
She laughed a little and broke off the stare. "Everything has a price, but I meant, can I buy one of these metal belts for my slave."
"Yes, Madam, but we would have to take measurements and then order it to fit him."
While still looking me up and down, she shouted, "You by the counter, measure my slave for one of these things."
I could see Mike fetching his tape measure, while probably wondering if it would be possible to measure the guy while he's completely encased in rubber.
With one hand, she pulled my nipple clamp chain towards her, and then put the other around the back of my neck, gently stroking it.
She whispered to me, "I could use a good obedient slave like you. Come to my house on Sunday, and bring the keys to your belt. If you're lucky, you won't get them back."
I replied, "I'm sorry, Madam, but I'm gay."
Her face dropped. "Oh, what a waste!"
Saturday, 10:20pm
"Another week over," said Mike.
I replied, "Yes indeed. You go, I'll lock up the shop."
"Thanks." Then he smiled and said, "So you don't mind me leaving with your chastity belt and collar keys, then?"
I sighed. It would be another horny, frustrating weekend, but I'd enjoy getting free on Monday. "No, that's okay, I'll just stay locked up. It's not as though I had any plans for my cock, after all."
As he left, Mike said, "Great, see you on the 7th then."
"Okay, bye!"
As I heard his car drive away, I thought, what did he mean by 'see you on the 7th'? Then I realised - Mike's just gone off for 2 weeks holiday! And he left with my chastity belt keys!
So now I'm doomed to stay belted, collared, horny and frustrated for the next 14 days. After all that time, when I'm finally released I'll explode!