Surrendering to love
Josh was bang on time. I let him into the house wearing only a loose pair of running shorts. I’d used the enema, filled my butt with the lube he’d supplied, and showered. Dave wouldn’t be home, I hoped, for at least another hour, and I’d taken the precaution of asking him to call and collect a parcel of goodies for supper that would be available at a specific time to make sure.
“Ready?” Josh grinned, as he unpacked the strait jacket. “Worn one of these before?”
“No. First time,” I admitted, my cock stiffening. “You brought the gag I asked for?”
“Of course.” He held it out. It was heavy half face muzzle which would secure a rubber penis in my mouth. “Want it now?”
“No, let’s get the rest on. You can muzzle me in the bedroom — once I’m helpless and ready.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Shed the shorts then, and let’s get cracking.” He eyed me as I dropped the shorts, and grinned. “Nice! Dave’s a lucky man.” Holding up the open jacket, he smiled. “Ready? Then insert your arms into the sleeves. The wrist zips are open, so let your hands get through the opening.”
“Okay.” My arms slipped into the rubber sleeves, sending a thrill of anticipation as the cold rubber embraced them. With my hands through the wrist openings, I waited while he secured the rear zip my back, then buckled the ‘collar’ over the slider.
“Right, I’ll adjust the straps and the side laces later. Now you need to get your tackle through the ring. It’ll be tricky with that boner.” Laughing, he instructed, “Work your balls through, then try to pull your cock through — you’ll find … that’s it. You’re in. Now the fun bit. Have you ever been plugged?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Dave’s never … and I’ve never …”
“Okay. This may be a little tricky.” He moved behind me, reached between my legs and drew the strap through my legs. “Reach round and grip the base of the plug and spread your legs. That’s it. Now find your hole … Got it?”
“Yes, I can feel the tip against …”
“Good. Now when you’ve got it right against the opening, push gently upward until it slides inside you. I’ve lubed it … and it tapers, so you need to get the widest part past the muscle.” He paused as I did a semi squat, found the entrance, and pushed. “Well done.” He gripped the strap and quickly drew it upend threaded it into a buckle. Drawing it tight, he asked, “Comfortable?”
“Feels … interesting.” I managed, straightening up carefully. “It sort of hits …”
“Yup, they do. And that’s not a big one.” He had my hands inside the attached mitts and the zips closed while I was still trying to get the sensations the plug was causing under some sort of control. “Now, I should warn you, this jacket is absolutely escape proof. Houdini himself couldn’t get out of it. I’ve studied his technique and tried. This jacket prevents everything he and any other escapologist does …” He laughed. “Put your arms across … that’s it.” He fastened a cuff over my arms at the front, then went behind me, caught the trailing straps from the tips of the mitts, and I get these pass through anchor points behind me, then he set about fastening the six brand straps over the rear zip of the jacket, and finally joined the straps from the mitts. Now he set about tightening all the straps until I could barely move. “How’s it feel now?”
“Fantastic,” I replied. I tried moving my arms and found it impossible. “Right, better get me up to our bedroom. Then you can fit the muzzle and I’m all set for when Dave gets back.”
“Lead the way,” Josh said. “Damn, you look so bloody hot like this …”
“Thanks.” Leading the way I discovered that climbing stairs with a butt plug inside you does ‘interesting’ things. I was only just holding back from cumming when I turned to face him. “I owe you for this, Josh …” Indicating the ankled cuff and chain, I said, “Lock that on me please, and then that muzzle … and that card on the bed. Hang it round my neck please.”
“As you wish,” kneeling down, he slipped the cuff onto my ankle, fastened it and locked it. Standing he held up the muzzle and it’s harness. “Ready?”
“Ready. And thanks again, Josh. As I said, I owe you.” I accepted the rubber penis and stood still as he fitted and adjusted the head harness.
Grinning, he planted a kiss on the muzzle covering the lower half of my face and hung the card round my neck.
“If Dave doesn’t drop his load as soon as he sees you …” Moving away he said, “I better get the hell out of here, before I lose control and get in the way. Any time you need more than Dave …”
With that he was gone. I heard the front door slam, and a few minutes later, his car leave. Now I sat carefully on the chair I’d placed next to the bed and faced the door. I’d left an envelop in the post box downstairs, addressed to Dave, saying that there was a present for him in the bedroom to be put to immediate use for his pleasure from now on.
Half an hour went by before I heard the car, then the garage door, and finally the key in the front door. I heard the post box opened, then the front door closed. I listened as he dropped his bag, and hung up his coat. Then, with a shiver, heard the envelop ripped open. For a minute at least there was silence, then he was pounding up the stairs, calling my name.
“Jim!” He exclaimed standing in the bedroom door. His surprised expression changed slowly to one of amusement. “Don’t do things by halves, do you.” He said, slowly removing his shirt, then shucked his shoes. His jeans followed and finally his now inadequate briefs. Consulting the letter I’d left, he asked, his voice soft and full of the lust he was barely controlling, “You absolutely sure this is what you want me to do …?”
I nodded.
“As you are?”
I nodded again.
“You’ve prepped yourself, and plugged your hole?”
Standing, I turned and knelt so I could lie over the bed and show the strap and plug.
“And when I’ve done that, you want to stay like this for the evening — so I can use you again?”
I nodded again. As I’d explained in my letter, I wanted to surrender myself totally into his control. I wanted to give myself to him completely and unequivocally, because, now I’d proved myself to me and to my family, I could!
“Then we’ll do it the way I want to do it, Jim.” His hand found the buckle, and released the strap. Gently he pulled the plug out of me, made me stand, turn and laid me on my back on the bed. “Raise your hips.”
He slipped a cushion under me, and then his mouth engulfed my erection. I moaned as he used all his skill on my super charged organ, bringing me very quickly to a shattering climax. I was still trying to get my breath as he raised my legs, positioned himself, and penetrated me, his long, thick, hard member sinking deep and causing me to whimper.
I’d read that this could be uncomfortable, but Dave knew what he was doing and did it lovingly, gently, and kept it going. It was, once he’d stretched my muscle, exquisite. His cock massaged my prostate, sending incredible sensations through me as he thrust his organ into me. With my legs crossed over his shoulders I held him to me, his cock pumping my manhole, the tempo increasing steadily until with a grunt and a final heave he thrust himself deep and I felt the tremor as he released his cum …
He shifted position slightly, my legs now crossed over his back as he lay on me, his cock still inside me, and pressed his lips to my face. Then, with a wicked grin, replaced the muzzle covering my mouth. As his penis slipped free, he slid his arms under me and held me tight.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “You’ve no idea how much this means …”
We lay like this for what seemed an age, and I wanted it to continue, but then he moved, stood, found the dangling plug and smiled.
“Stand up.” He had to help me. “You want this back? You want to stay restrained for the evening?”
I nodded.
“Okay.” He grinned. “Damn it, Jim. You’re fucking gorgeous. Turn and bend.”
I did, and the plug went into me and was secured. He fetched something from the closet, then released the cuff on my ankle, and replaced it with a hobble chain.
“Go downstairs, and wait for me in the living room. Tonight we are going to celebrate!” Laughing, he knelt down grasped my hardening cock, and kissed the tip. “And I’m going to show my present just how much I appreciate his gift.”
The walk down the stairs was tricky. The hobble chain was just long enough to allow me to take one step at a time and descend very carefully. Focussed on not tripping or falling, I took my time. As a result I didn’t have to wait long for my lover and master to join me. My heart raced as he appeared wearing a tight latex catsuit, a half face hood, a chest harness and knee high boots.
“Like what you see?” He asked, his voice throbbing with lust. Moving forward even as I nodded a response, he wrapped me in his arms, my erection trapped between us. “I hope so, beloved, because now you’re here, now we’re together, there’s no leaving, no going back …” His lips brushed my muzzle. “Jim, you’ve no idea how hard it’s been … Waiting for you to … wanting you, wanting to hold you, to help you, to make at least some of the hurt away …”
Raising my muzzled face, I pressed the muzzle to his lips, leaning into his hug, I relaxed in his arms, and lowered my muzzled head to his shoulder. I could feel the tension of the last weeks draining out of me.
“What do you want, my love?” He whispered. One hand moved gently to my buttock and he squeezed it, pulling my erection against his crotch. “Sit down, I know exactly what you need …”
Lowering me carefully onto the two seater leather sofa, he knelt in front of me, moved my knees apart and smiled.
“There’s one part of you at least that I’m going to enjoy properly now,” his hand grasped my rigid erection. “My aperitif …”
Slowly he lowered his head and began to explore my cock properly. His lips, his tongue, even his teeth came into play as I writhed and moaned. He held me on the edge, begging to be allowed to cum, but denying me that release until he was ready. Then he took my full length into his mouth and throat and I exploded, my balls heaving as my cum erupted. Even then he wasn’t finished, he kept me in his mouth, teasing my hyper sensitised ‘head’ until I was writhing, whimpering, and struggling to escape the exquisite pleasure he was inducing …
Then he was seated beside me, cradling me, my head against his chest as he smothered my face and head in kisses.
His fingers found the buckles holding the muzzle in place, and he released it. Before I could draw breath, his mouth covered mine in the most demanding and passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. When he broke it, he sighed.
“Jim, my darling, don’t ever leave me. Damn, I’ve waited over twenty years to have you in my arms — I’m never going to let you go …”
“You’ll have to sometimes,” I retorted, between sobbing with pleasure, and laughter. “I have to work — especially now I’m a partner in Buchanan Partners and contracted to do the books for a brace of small businesses …”
He had the muzzle back on my face and was fastening the straps before I could finish.
“Not for the rest of this weekend, you’re not! You’re mine, all mine, and I’m yours …” Releasing me he repositioned me on the sofa. “Now we’re going to celebrate. Must I fetch some more restraints or are you going to be obedient and stay right there while I fetch the champagne I’ve been saving for this moment?” He grinned. “I warn you they’re even more restrictive than what you’re wearing …”
That was a dare, and I immediately tried to stand … His response was immediate. My eyes were covered by a blindfold, and while I still tried to stand, I could hear him opening something in the hall, and when he returned my head was engulfed in a very heavy padded hood that cut off my hearing as well. Then he removed the ankle cuffs, and guided me to step into something that fit like a single legging. Moments later I realised this was some kind of body sheath as he pulled it all the way up my body, drew a zip slider up the front and then began to fasten what felt like a web of belts over the sheath.
Finally, unable to move a muscle now, I was gently lifted and lowered onto the recliner. Then he was gone, leaving me immobilised and sensorily cut off from everything around me. Time stood still until I felt him undoing and removing the hood.
“Shut your eyes, beloved,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to take the blindfold off. And then this muzzle.” He chuckled. “You’ll have trouble enjoying your champagne with it on …”
He was right, the light was bright, once the blindfold was removed, but I adjusted quickly, and could now see that I was indeed in a body sheath and that this was secured by wide straps and belts from my ankles to my chest. Removing the muzzle he bent down and planted a long and tender kiss.
“Still want to stay restrained, love?”
“Yes, my love. I do.” I grinned. “I meant what I wrote in the note. This weekend, I don’t want to be anything but your lover, your Bottom, for you to enjoy entirely as you want to enjoy me.” Cheekily I added, “And I hope it includes another dose of what you gave me upstairs …”
“You can count on it …” Producing two champagne flutes clinked them. “Now we celebrate with champagne the fulfilment of my dreams, and our engagement, then you can have an aperitif and I’ll make supper. Once we’ve eaten …” He laughed. “We’ll see …”
He held the glass to my mouth, and sipped from his own as I sipped from mine. There was now no need to talk. I didn’t want to, and neither did he, our mouths were otherwise engaged, our kisses broken only by pauses to sip more of the really good champagne. When that was gone, I got my aperitif — a good long suck of his beautiful penis and a good dose of his cum.
It was nearly midnight by the time I was fully released from the sheath, and then the strait jacket. Standing next to the bed and now naked, I asked him to refasten the ankle chain, which he did with a laugh.
“What now, my love? Afraid you’ll run away or sleep walk?”
“No …” I kissed him. “A reminder that I’m yours …” My hand found his gorgeous member and squeezed. “May I have another dose of you …?”
“You may …” We tumbled onto the bed, locked in a kiss. “Turn over on your side, my darling, I’ll take you from behind this time …”
He entered carefully, and this time, because I’d drained his balls several times during the evening, it was a long, slow fuck. Different, every bit as good, and, somehow the perfect end to the evening and the first, I hoped, of many more evenings with my lover.
