sweetdaveThen came the part for which your planning was least precise: you had to prepare the captive for the night. First, you tried to soothe him so that he wouldn't act out of desperation. You ran your hands over his trembling thighs, over his gradually softening penis, through his ass crack and up his back. ‘Just be a good, obedient boy, and nothing will happen to you,’ you admonished him, hoping your voice sounded firm and commanding.
When you unlatched and opened the shackles on his feet, he remained calm and allowed you to remove his work trousers and briefs. You took the thick chain attached to the wall and gently placed the cuff on his ankle: ‘You will stay here tonight, Perry!’.
He whimpered softly but did not resist as you untied him and took off his T-shirt. He was shaky and wobbly as you helped him up from the fuck bench. When you took off the rubber hood, he looked at you with empty eyes.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him firmly against you. He began to sob softly and laid his head on your chest. You slid your gloved hand over the back of his head and gently stroked his neck. He threw his arms around you and snuggled even closer. You enjoyed his tender affection. With one hand, you caressed his buttocks, with the other you pulled his head towards you. You pressed your mouth to his lips and the two of you kissed, your tongue exploring his mouth.
You laid out a thin mattress with a latex cover for him to sleep on. You also gave him some food and drink, and a jug of water so he could wash. You also gave him a bucket for him to relieve himself. He accepted it all silently and with resignation.
You took his clothes and made sure you also had his phone and wallet, his handcuffs were locked to his front and the chain kept him securely in the room. You closed the shutters and locked the room from the outside.
Back in the living room, you saw that Jerome had called you a few times, so you called him back. Then you went to bed early.
You didn't sleep very well that night. Once, you even tiptoed to the playroom and peeked cautiously through the door. Perry was lying on his back and seemed to be sleeping restlessly. You watched him for a moment: a really attractive bloke. You woke up early, but decided to wait a little longer before visiting your captive.
Today you wanted to spruce yourself up a bit before dealing with Perry. You fetched your black patent leather boots, put on your rubber vest and slipped on your thin, smooth leather gloves. Then you went to the playroom.
He was awake and sitting on the mattress with a defiant expression on his face. ‘I don't know your intentions, Sir,’ he said, with surprising firmness. He had probably thought carefully about exactly what to say.
‘I will do whatever you ask to ensure that we both get out of this situation safely and unharmed.’ A negotiation expert! you secretly delighted, but kept your face straight. You stood in front of him wide-legged, eager to hear what else he had to say. ‘My family and my partner will surely be missing me by now, and they’ll be here with the police soon.’ You knew that wasn’t true, and for a moment you considered telling him so.
But his pathetic whimpering really turned you on. He was aware of his plight and tried to appease and charm you, like prey calming a predator. You decided to enjoy it a little longer. ‘I want to help you,’ the guy was cunning, ‘just release me and let me go, then I’ll make up a story for the police about where I was, and no one will need to know anything.’ You tried not to show any emotion. Anyway, it was time to proceed with the plan.
You made a swift step towards him, gripping his throat firmly with your gloved hands. ‘Stand up!’, you yelled. It was imperative that he had no time to regain awareness. ‘Bend over! Hands on the bench! Spread your legs!’ Surprised and shocked, he complied. From the wall hooks, you took a small leather cuff on a chain. You pulled the leather straps tightly around his dick and balls and hooked the chain onto the fuck bench; not escape-proof, but effective.
He trembled a little — you didn't know if it was from fear or arousal. You exploited the irony a little: That he had built the very bench to which he would soon be tied up again.
‘Tell me, Perry, what is this rack for?’ He took a deep breath, apparently willing comply for now. ‘You can tie a sex partner to it and then use him,’ he replied. ‘And how do these clamps down here work?’ ‘They're spring-loaded, and they snap shut and hold tight as soon as the victim bumps into them.’
‘Show me!’ you commanded.
He hesitated, looking at you with a cheeky, defiant expression. You tried not to show your emotions, walking calmly to the shelf and picking up a medium-sized leather whip. Without looking directly at him, you positioned yourself carefully, then swung the whip and let it strike his bottom. ‘Show! Me! Your restraint mechanism!’ you commanded in a sharp tone. He looked at you in panic and tried to pull on the chain that secured him to the bench.
You whipped him twice more before he reluctantly shuffled forward, allowing the self-locking shackles to snap shut around his ankles. It would have turned you on to continue spanking him, but you also wanted to exploit his submissiveness. You put the whip away, praised him for restraining himself for you, tenderly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the bench. He went along with it, perhaps he was relieved not to have to resist any further at that moment.
You held his back down with one hand and closed the pillory board around his neck with the other. Then you removed his chains. Smiling contentedly, you asked him, ‘What did the skilled carpenter come up with for the wrists?’ He smirked, but you couldn’t quite read his expression. He placed his hands in the cuffs. ‘There are spring-loaded shackles here too, which close by themselves.’ Without further prompting, he pressed against the mechanism and the handcuffs snapped shut.
He looked incredibly hot lying there, his slender legs and well-formed arms fixed to the restraint bench, his head bowed and his soft face distraught, his round bum sticking up in the air. You could have watched him for hours and noticed how your cock got really hard. But before he came out of his subspace and started questioning the situation, you wanted to seize the opportunity to train him further. You blindfolded him and ordered him to stay calm and be grateful.
Unexpectedly, you slapped his cheek with the flat of your hand. He was startled, but after a moment of bewilderment, he murmured, ‘Thank you, sir!’ You slapped him carefully on the neck. You ordered him to thank you louder. It made a loud smack when your hand hit his buttock. He thanked you. You pinched his nipples, he thanked you. You hit his balls quite hard, he thanked you again, even though his voice was distorted with pain.
You shifted to intermittent reinforcement, removed his blindfold, and complimented him for his compliance. You gave him some water, and while he drank, still bound to the bench, you caressed him and let your hand explore his beautiful body. He tried to hide it, but he enjoyed the gentle touches. You played tenderly with his earlobes and asked gently, ‘Did Perry do a good job with that equipment, or can a captive break free from those restraints?’
‘No, Mr Farrell, there is absolutely no way to free oneself from these restraints! ‘So you are now under my complete control, and I can do with you as I please?’ He nodded weakly. You repeated in a loud, sharp voice, ‘Perry, are you my completely helpless toy, which I can do whatever I want with?’ In a broken voice, he whispered, ‘Yes, Mr Farrell, I am your powerless toy. I am nothing but helpless fuck holes that can be used for your pleasure as you like.’
You enjoyed your power and his servility so much that you would have loved nothing more than to fuck his delicious arse immediately, but you wanted to stick to your plan. There wasn't much time left, and you really wanted to see him take the initiative to suck cock without being commanded to. As a Master, it was always a bit risky to put your penis in a submissive's mouth, but Perry didn't seem like the type to do anything stupid. Still, you kept the whip ready.
‘I don't want to be bothered by my toy's face,’ you said determinedly as you reached for the rubber hood on the shelf. You pulled it over his head, making sure his nostrils and mouth remained free, and then zipped it up. You put a wide leather collar around his neck and hooked it onto the pillory board, stretching his neck and keeping his mouth in the perfect position. Through the mesh of the open eye patches, you stared deep into his eyes as you unbuttoned your trousers.
Your cock was already rock hard and dripping with lust. You kept eye contact with your bound, rubber-clad plaything as you slipped on a condom and approached Perry's mouth. He obeyed: sticking out his tongue, he pursed his lips, and when you placed your glans against his mouth, he relaxed his jaw and let you slide inside. You loved how he circled his tongue around your shaft, the way he gently sucked, how he kept his teeth away – he was an excellent cock sucker.
When you pulled out, he even seemed a bit down. You caressed his head through the rubber with your leather gloves: ‘Does a fucktoy object really need to see?’ you asked, and before he could answer, you slipped the blindfold over his eyes. Perry swallowed. But when you gently placed your cock at his mouth, the sightless immediately began to lick it and opened his lips again. This time, you shoved your manhood into your toy's mouth with some force, making it choke.
You had only planned to break him in a little, but he was so eager and skilled that you couldn't let him go. You felt your abdominal muscles tense; you grabbed his head and, as you came, thrust your cock deep into his throat. You slowly pulled out as his tender lips enclosed your softening shaft.
Were his thoughts racing? Or had he resigned himself to the hopeless situation? You checked once more that his eyes were blindfolded and all his restraints were secure, but not too tight.
Were his thoughts racing? Or had he resigned himself to the hopeless situation? You checked once more that his eyes were blindfolded and all his restraints were secure, but not too tight.
Not only because sensory deprivation keeps captives compliant, but also for reasons of security, you took a pair of noise-cancelling headphones that played white noise and put them on him. Then you put a small ball gag on his mouth. Finally, you decided to insert a medium butt plug, even though you weren't sure it would stay in.
It was time to leave. You left your toy behind, gagged, in a rubber hood, blindfolded and strapped to the very fuck bench Perry had built for you.
You just managed to shower and get changed when Jerome arrived. Your former colleague was in his usual cheerful and exuberant mood. You drank coffee in the living room and chatted for a while. You saw each other occasionally, and his good mood was always contagious. From time to time, however, your thoughts wandered to Perry.
When you went into the playroom later, you were relieved to see that the fuck toy was safe and well. Even the butt plug was still in place, a beautiful sight.
When you went into the playroom later, you were relieved to see that the fuck toy was safe and well. Even the butt plug was still in place, a beautiful sight.
When you saw Perry, tied up and with his head still in the thick black rubber hood, your cock immediately went hard. You put a new condom on, took the gag out of Perry's mouth, but left his noise-cancelling headphones on. Obediently and quietly, the fuck toy opened his mouth. You grabbed his head and shoved your cock into his mouth. Tied up and blindfolded, he surrendered himself to you as you slowly and sensually penetrated him, his tongue and lips playing with your cock.
You almost came in Perry's mouth, but you kept your composure, slowly circled around him and carefully pulled out the butt plug. He moaned softly as you pushed your cock into his hole. Although it had already been stretched, it was tight, but you dared to penetrate deep inside him. Your thighs bumped against his balls, which were still sheathed in the leather parachute, between his spread legs. It didn't take long for you to climax.
Jerome had been watching, getting hornier and hornier. Now it was his turn. He approached, took his hard, dripping cock in his hand and brought it to Perry's mouth. The toy seemed to hesitate. Had it noticed that this wasn't your penis, even though it couldn't see or hear anything?
Regardless, Perry obediently opened his mouth and let the cock slide in. He sucked and licked skilfully as before; if he was feeling uncertain, he didn't let it show.
From the side, you were a bit worried Jerome wouldn't be able to keep the surprise if he came too soon; he was already panting so heavily. But he controlled himself, deliberately thrusting his cock deep into Perry's throat, then pulling up the blindfolds.
Even though you couldn't see his face under the rubber hood, it was clear how startled Perry was. With a broad grin, Jerome slowly pulled his cock out to let Perry be able to speak. He was obviously enjoying his dominance.
‘Are you colluding with Farrell?’ Perry asked in disbelief. ‘Please, darling, explain what’s going on here! I’m done. It’s so good to see you. To taste your cock.’ A smile flitted across his face beneath the rubber hood. He was relieved to see his boyfriend and felt better, even though he was still strapped to a leather-covered rack, naked except for a rubber hood and a collar holding his head in place, ready to fuck, his bare arse exposed and raised by a lifting mechanism.
‘Trust me, sweetheart, we only want what's best for you. You don't need to be afraid, no one's going to harm you. Friendly Farrell is just helping me bring you closer to your true nature,’ said Jerome as he ran his hand over his boyfriend's neck and massaged his back and waist. ‘Do you like that?’ he asked casually, slapping the captive’s buttocks with his flat hand. Perry flinched, but his privates were still attached to the restraint bench with the short chain.
‘Why?’ Perry could barely hold back his tears. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Jerome was still caressing his buttocks. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked, sincerely. He slid his middle finger into Perry’s arsehole and began to play with it. Perry moaned with pleasure: ‘Please, darling, don’t stop! I want to feel you inside me! I want nothing more than to be your obedient toy.’
Jerome dripped some lubricant onto his hard cock and approached Perry from behind.
Jerome dripped some lubricant onto his hard cock and approached Perry from behind.
He cranked Perry's bum down a little and gently placed the tip of his cock between his buttocks. ‘That's why you're here: because you would never admit that you crave it, but you want nothing more than to build a bondage bench for submissive sluts, with all your devotion, only to end up strapped to it yourself, your arse ready to be fucked.’ And his cock slid into Perry. ‘Is that right, boy?’ Perry wasn't quite ready to confess yet.
Jerome recalled that he had found out what kind of porn his boyfriend watched and how much power exchange turned him on. He had also observed Perry searching for advice on how to express his submissive side and his interest in dominance play, but apparently he hadn't dared to discuss this with his partner. Jerome said this calmly; he had prepared himself for this conversation. Perry began to sob; there was no point in denying it, and that gave him a sense of relief.
He trembled as his lover thrust deep inside him, arms and legs shackled and his neck fixed to the pillory, rendering him helpless. This was what he had fantasised about for so long.
‘You are so much stronger, Sir. I feel your dominance – how you hold me captive, how you thrust your cock into me as if I was just a sleeve to be fucked. I love it. I love being nothing but your weak, submissive toy. I want to be powerless, at the mercy of your lust. I need you inside me.’
‘Please use me, Sir! It feels so good to submit to you, my brain is melting! This is exactly what I need! I crave your strong, magnificent cock, I want to hear you moan, feel your juice!’ Perry could no longer control himself. Jerome had grabbed him firmly by the hips and was thrusting into him ever faster. His abs tensed, and, moaning loudly, shot his load into Perry's hole. Perry's whole body twitched, his bum pulsed, and his boyfriend's cum ran down his thighs.
It was high time to give the carpenter and his ass a break from being fucked. So you untied his bonds and helped him up. Jerome hugged his trembling, reeling boy, and you handed him a fluffy bathrobe.
He was led to the bathroom and sent for a warm shower. Meanwhile, Jerome and you made yourselves comfortable in the living room and had a cup of tea. Jerome was still quite excited, but happy and relieved that your plan had worked out so well.
You two were sitting on the sofa when Perry came in, showered, naked, his eyes downcast. He shyly knelt in front of his boyfriend. ‘Thank you,’ he said quietly. ‘Thank you for doing this to me. I could never have found the courage to confess my true nature to you. You helped me accept myself and my needs.’
He looked obediently at Jerome. Jerome reached for the thick leather collar with a metal chain that he had left ready. He carefully placed it on the floor in front of Perry.
He looked obediently at Jerome. Jerome reached for the thick leather collar with a metal chain that he had left ready. He carefully placed it on the floor in front of Perry.
He had carefully considered what he wanted to say next. ‘Sweetheart, the choice is yours: you can get up now, get dressed, and we’ll go home and forget the last two days. Farrell will never mention it again. Or you put this collar on yourself and allow me to make you my toy. I'd condition you to serve me with complete obedience at all times. I'd have total control over your mind and body and would use you whenever and however I wanted. I love you, no matter what you decide.’
Perry looked at him calmly and didn't seem particularly surprised by the proposal. You could see his mind racing. When he looked at you with a questioning gaze, you smiled encouragingly at him. Hesitantly, he bent down to the leather collar. He paused for a moment, then picked it up with one decisive movement, put it around his neck and closed the clasp. He bowed his head and wordlessly handed Jerome the leash. Jerome pulled the chain closer and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
With one hand, he kept the chain short, while with the other, he slowly unbuttoned his trousers. Then he grabbed Perry's head with both hands and pushed it onto his cock without warning. Perry gagged briefly but obediently allowed his owner to bang his head.
‘We've neglected something,’ Jerome said. ‘Farrell is probably already very horny’ (he was absolutely right about that) ‘and deserves gratitude for his contribution. After all, it was his plan.’
Jerome stood up and pushed the fuck slut backwards onto the sofa. Perry gave you a dreamy smile, holding out his wrists expectantly as you took out a pair of handcuffs. He looked at you excitedly as you snapped them shut. Jerome pushed Perry's shoulders down and knelt on his arms, his balls slapping against the boy's face. You slipped on a condom and lubed it up as Perry spread his legs and presented his asshole between his plump cheeks, his cock lying on his stomach.
Looking at him, you felt the urge to put on your dark rubber gloves, your hand grasping his intimate parts. Jerome was already placing his cock head at Perry's eager mouth, and the boy began to suck it greedily. You pulled him closer, at the base of his weenie, while your cock pushed in. He moaned and wiggled his legs in the air. Your cock met resistance as you lowered yourself over him, the rubber glove still wrapped around his genitals, and you slowly pushed his thighs apart.
His second ring gave way and you felt his warm hole pulsing around your cock while his boyfriend deep throated him. With your gloved hands, you fondled Perry's cock, and the boy climaxed violently right before Jerome and you. You three lay there for a while, each satisfied with the outcome. For Jerome and Perry, it was time to go home, but you agreed that they would visit you regularly from now on. After all, Perry hadn't built you a high-quality fuck bench for nothing. 🖤
Tricot Feelya@sweetdave but what did you lie about? 🤫
*lay there* (if you’re self-publishing this, you might want to check out the differences between the tenses of the verbs ‘to lie [there are actually two different intransitive verbs that this can represent..’to lie down’ or ‘to lie about something’] and ‘to lay’, which is transitive)
https://www.merriam-webster.com/grammar/how-to-use-lay-and-lie
@tricotfeelya thanks for pointing it out. I hate these things. 😡
@sweetdave Don’t sweat it. I think major publishing companies stopped using effective software years ago. I checked a new book out of the library a while back by an author I liked, and found the first 100+ pages had no punctuation, which made it unreadable. A friend and I discovered that we both had been correcting library books with a pencil!
@tricotfeelya 🤣
Well, I've written this stuff on my phone, with no serious spelling correction. I can barely imagine what I've done to my autocorrection's self-learning.
Well, I've written this stuff on my phone, with no serious spelling correction. I can barely imagine what I've done to my autocorrection's self-learning.