ThumbsSubmitted by: Mortice
I'm an average guy. I'm not very fit or particularly attractive. I'd only started getting into SM stuff, and it was my first time in an SM club, so I didn't really know what I was doing. So why was he interested in me?
He was great - mid-twenties, quite a fit body, pretty face, one of the cuter guys in the bar. So why did he take a second look at me?
Simple, he must be rent. He was chatting to me without mentioning any money, and I liked chatting to him, so I'd let him & see where it was going.
He told me about himself, and asked me about myself. He said that he had a Master a few years ago, and spoke fondly about the intense bondage situations his Master had put him into. I said that I'd only just got into the scene, but that didn't seem to put him off.
The night drew on, but he stayed chatting to me. He said nothing about payment, and I began to believe that he was actually genuine. He kept asking me about how much I was into Mastering guys, and even though we were the same height, he seemed to be always looking up at me.
He put his hand on my crotch, feeling my cock through my jeans, and said, "So do you want to go somewhere & get to know each other better?"
This was all too good, I wondered if it was some sort of trick. I wasn't going to take him back to my place. I said, "Sorry, not tonight".
Then a look of desperation came over his face, and he said, "Please! I'll do whatever you want me to." He pushed his fingers through the gaps between the buttons on my jeans fly, and started rubbing the head of my cock.
When I didn't reply, he said, "Please Sir! You can get me into all sorts of bondage equipment once we get back to my place." Then pushed open my fly as he knelt down on his knees in front of me.
I'd love this cute guy to suck me off, but not in the middle of a club. I pulled him up, and said, "Yes ok, I'll come back to your place."
He looked so relieved! "Thankyou Sir, you won't regret it," he said.
I said, "I'm sure I won't," as I put my hand out to feel the big bulge in his jeans. But instead of the firm fleshy feel I expected, his groin was rock solid inside his jeans. "Are you wearing a cup?" I asked.
He sighed, and said, "Sort of - it's a chastity belt. I'll tell you all about it on the way home, Sir."
And we left.
We carried on chatting as we walked along his street. I said, "So it's been 3 years since your Master left?"
"Yes," he sighed, "I do miss him. I visit once a month, but it's not the same as having him at home to chain me up at night."
"You visit him? He can't have gone far then?"
"Er, no, not so far. But I'm only allowed to visit once a month, and he does look forward to when we can meet again."
Seems strange. I asked, "Do you know if he plans to come back?"
He looked embarassed. "Yes he does. That is, if he gets parole."
We got to his house. He unlocked his front door, and let me walk in first. "Welcome to a slave's humble home, Sir," he said.
He led me through to a room which I could only describe as a dungeon. A cage in one corner, a sawhorse in another, a wall of hooks for holding equipment on one wall, a wall of hooks for holding body parts on another.
He started to unbuckle my belt, and said, "So what would you like to do first, Sir?"
I said, "Well, boy, you were going to tell me why you don't very often bring guys back here anymore."
"Oh, well that's because I can't sleep with the same guy twice."
"You mean you don't like to?"
"No, I mean I can't." He sighed. "I guess you should read all about it."
Read about it - what was he talking about? I was about to ask, when I saw him taking off his teeshirt and his trousers. Was he going to show me a tattoo?
But what I saw was no tattoo. Where his underwear should have been there was a shining steel chastity belt! It covered his entire groin and arse, and was tight around his waist. There were some odd looking squares on the front of the belt, but no keyhole.
I said, "Wow, very sexy underwear! How do you take it off?"
"Well... you'd better find out for yourself. Put both of your thumbs onto these squares."
I put one thumb on each of the small squares near the waist of his belt, unsure of what might happen. A panel lit up in the middle of his groin, right over where his cock must be, and some words started to scroll up the panel. I read in amazement:
"Wow," I said, "it's really quite a serious chastity belt you have there!".
"Yes, it is, and I've had it on for about 3 years now! So if you could just push the panels, we can get on with it."
I could see he was getting frustrated, being so close to getting me to open his chastity belt for him. And the more in need he was, the more willing to please me!
"Now, there's no rush for anything, is there? Lets see, weren't you trying to suck me off in the club?"
Without a moment's hesation, he was on his knees, had my jeans down, and was furiously pumping my cock into his mouth.
"Careful, now, if I cum too soon I might just get bored and go home." He slowed down into a smooth and very erotic movement - he'd definitely had some expert training.
He continued for what must have been 10 minutes at least, varying his tongue and cheek technique, but never losing stamina, but I pulled him off, knowing I needed something more than a sucking off from him.
Soon I had him where he looked much more comfortable - bent double, face down over a bondage horse, his hands and feet strapped tight to the legs of the horse and his arse thrust into the air. Of course, that arse was secured in his high security device, for the moment.
I looked at it closer. His arse was covered with a fine mesh - I could only imagine that he must shower after every time he uses the toilet, as nothing larger than a needle could get in or out of there. Unless I chose otherwise.
"Do you like a good arse fucking, boy?" He noded. "Of course you do," I said, "you've been trained well, and I'm looking forward to finding out how well." I pushed my hands betweeen his legs up to his waist, and pressed my thumb onto the left panel. An alarm sounded and the mesh panel slid open, exposing his arse hole. I could hear him sigh.
I rolled a condom onto my hard cock, squirted some lube on his inviting hole, and thrust my way in. He must have been using some butt clenching techniques or something, because as I pumped into him, the whole feeling was more erotic than when I've fucked other guys. I carried on for quite a while, and, whatever he was doing, he kept on doing it.
I pulled out, then got a large dildo and slid it into his arse. I went around to sit in front of his face, my hard cock dangling in front of him. I just sat there. Sometimes he tried to grab my cock with his teeth or his tongue, but he couldn't quite reach.
He didn't know what I wanted him to do, and I wasn't going to tell him.
We heard an alarm, and I said to him, "Your arse panel is going to lock shut in one minute. After you've made me cum, I'm going to take the dildo out of your arse. If it's not been locked in there by then."
I've never seen a bound boy move so fast. In half a second he had strained his neck and somehow sucked my cock into his mouth. He sucked furiously, but still with the skillful use of technique, and it didn't take long for me to shoot down his throat.
As I heard the second alarm, I reached out and plucked the dildo from his arse. The shield slid shut and locked, and he sighed again. In actual fact the dildo was too long to have been locked in by the shield, but he didn't know that.
"I think I'm just ready to go to sleep now... so where would you like to sleep?"
Without hesitation he said, "Wherever you choose, Sir"
"That's the right answer."
Soon we were in his bedroom - me curled up in his bed, and him stretched out and cuffed in a cage under the bed.
He ws probably very horny and looking forward to pleasing me in the morning - and I was looking forward to that too!
Part Two will be along soon!
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