12. Escaping the bondage suits
The door closed and we heard the studio door close as well. For a moment we looked at each other, then laughed. We embraced and our mouths met as the electro sent jolt after jolt through our chastity belt imprisoned cocks.
“Oh fuck,” Butch winced, but clung tighter. “It’s … fucking … torture … but …”
“Urgggh! … oh fuck … yes … but it’s … unnnnn … so …” I gasped. The alternating zaps between my cock head, and the root of my cock weren’t painful as such, but they caused my cock to jerk and twitch, and sent signals through me similar to an orgasm. “It … feels … like … cumming … but …”
“I … know …” he gasped. “Oh … fuck …”
We managed to separate, and the zapping stopped. We stared at each other, panting and our pulses racing.
“I want …” Butch began.
“So do I …” I grinned. “We need to get out of these bloody chastity belts first …”
“Then we’d better figure out how to free our arms at least, then we can do that.” Butch grinned. “Want to keep the suits on once we get shot of the belts?”
“We can decide when we get that far,” I retorted. “The plug is driving me crazy though …” I pulled the ring of keys out of the bag I’d been given. “Let’s try for getting these elbow cuffs released.” Selecting a likely looking key — they were all similar — I moved to where I could locate the lock holding his elbow to his waist. “This is going to be fun. The lock is positioned in a way that means I can only get to it if I’m close to you …”
“Okay, let’s see what happens then.” Turning his head, he said, “Try from behind me, and give me a kiss.”
“Okay. But I don’t know which of these six keys is the one …” Moving into place, I reached for the lock, having to use both hands, and kissed his cheek. As my lips touched his rubber sheathed cheek I got a really sharp dose of electro. “Ooooh! Oh shit …”
I dropped the keys.
“What happened?” Butch asked, concern in his tone.
“Didn’t you …?” I swallowed. “I got a real does of electro … It felt …” Kneeling down, I managed to retrieve the keys. “Okay, that didn’t work. So I’ll try from the side, and no kisses …”
“Bugger.” He grinned. “Okay, so if we go face to face we both get zapped, but if we go from behind only the one at the back gets zapped.” He frowned. “That means the trigger has to be on the front of the suit … Okay, come at me from the side, but try not to make contact with me on your chest area.”
This time I managed to find the right key, and released his right elbow, before accidentally making contact. The zap wasn’t as bad this time, but made me jump. As soon as I’d steadied myself again, I managed to get the second cuff between elbow and armpit. Now I’d eliminated two of the six keys, and noted that a third was different, I moved round him and we repeated the exercise and released his left arm.
“Your turn, Love,” he said after I’d tried to reach his collar and failed.
“No, I know which key is the collar now, so lower your neck to where I can get to it …” I laughed. “Then it’s your turn to use your keys …”
“If you insist …” Putting his hands on his knees he bent down and I used the fifth key to unlock his collar, and found the lock securing the zip sliders … None of the keys fitted it.
“I can’t unlock the zips … and the without the zips opening …”
“Aren’t there ..?” He began. “Bugger, five keys and six locks!” He looked at his own bunch of keys. “I see number five is obviously the chastity belt …” He laughed. “Well, bugger that. As long as we can get the damned things off … we can sort out the suits later.”
With his arms free, Butch tackled the task of releasing mine. It took much less time to do. Standing behind me, he held me at arms length. “Let’s see if I’m right in my assumption … His arms wrapped round my waist as he pulled my body against his. “Ooooh! Unnngh … Oh fuck …” His body trembled and he managed to push me away. “Oh fuck … that was … amazing.”
“Amazing or not …” I turned to face him. “What I want is some real sex — and out of this thing!”
“Me too …”
Carefully, I knelt in front of him, the key ready. Locating the lock, I slipped the key into it, and it opened. The lock took a little effort to extract — these Carrera belts are not meant to be easily removed — but once it came free, I could release the shield and then free my lover’s gorgeous member, remove the electrode rings and extract the butt plug carefully. The temptation was too much — I kissed that beautiful head, gently sucking a delicious mouthful of his precum …
“Feel better?” Standing again, I grinned. Then leaned forward and kissed him. As I expected, the zap in my cock stung and made my knees buckle. “Unghhh. Damn, but it was worth it …”
It took Butch only a few minutes to free me of the chastity belt and remove the electrodes, then we were in a tight embrace, our mouths locked in a kiss. We made love on the living room floor. We needed nothing but to taste and feel each other’s erections in our mouths, and to feed each other the cum we’d built up in the hours of restraint and denial. We feasted, working each other’s cocks carefully, prolonging the pleasure, and not easing off even after we’d both emptied our balls. We worked our post ejaculation cocks until they hardened up again, and then really worked each other to an amazing climax …
Exhausted, we went to bed, still in the rubber suits, unable to find the keys needed to unlock the sliders.
With Butch spooned into my back, I reached behind me, feeling his semi-erection with my hand.
“Butch, my beloved, would you like to fuck me? Just as we are?”
“Mmmm, an invitation I can’t refuse love …” His hardening member pressed against my willing opening, and he slid into me.
“Mmmm, that is much, much better than any butt plug, my love …” My own member hardened as he gently thrust, his hand seeking and finding it. His fingers stroked me gently, as I whispered, “Thank you, love … you’re beautiful … and you feel so … wonderful …” In his hand my cock exploded as he shot his load deep inside me.
We fell asleep still in this position, and still fully encased in our bondage suits, Butch’s softening penis still clenched in my butt.
We searched the flat in the morning after repeating our fuck, though this time with me behind Butch, after first emptying his balls with my mouth, and could not find the keys to unlock the zip sliders. Over a coffee we contemplated our predicament facing each other across the table.
“We’ve looked in all the likely places,” Butch commented. “And in some bloody unlikely ones. I guess we’ll have to wait until one of them turns up with it. I don’t think they’ve actually left us the keys. Surely they’d have put it with the others?”
“Knowing Eli?” I laughed. “He’s pushed us and tested us right from the start. There has to be somewhere we haven’t looked.” An idea sprang into my head. “There’s one place we haven’t looked.”
“Where’s that?”
“On ourselves, Goof. Look at us.” Standing I walked toward him. “Where’s the tens unit that was zapping us? Where’s the sensor that triggered it? Somewhere in the rubber we’re wearing.” Raising my arms I said, “Go on. Search me. Everywhere on me, love.”
“Damn, you’re right … and it would be so like Eli …” Standing, he started to search me, his hands running over the rubber. “These suits are so tight … it could only be under these cuffs.” He began to explore them and soon found the tens unit hidden under the reinforced waist band. The sensor trigger was hidden beneath an anchor point on the front of the suit, but there was no sign of a key anywhere. “Nothing. Nada — looks like he’s got us beaten.”
“Okay, but it was to be somewhere.” Idly I fiddled with the chastity belt I’d been wearing and had cleaned earlier. “Funny. This butt plug’s hollow … and it’s detachable.” Working it loose, I studied it. The latex plug was rigid enough to be inserted, but I’d noticed when cleaning it that the tapered ‘bulb’ was softer than usual. Now I held it to my ear and shook it. “I think I’ve found it.”
“Well fuck me sideways …”
“Tricky …” I retorted. “Might take some experimentation …” Laughing I realised that the plug had an outer and an inner section. With a bit of fiddling I managed to separate the outer ‘shell’ and exposed the rigid inner core, and there it was — the key. Holding it up, I offered it to Butch. “Don’t know whose it is … Want to try it?”
Taking it, he unbuckled my collar, exposed the padlock and …
“Well, it isn’t yours.” Butch laughed. “The bastards had us each plugged with each other’s keys.” Handing it back to me, he asked, “Will you do the honours and I’ll get yours out of my plug.”
Twenty minutes later we shared the shower …
