I stared at the leather suit Trevor had laid out on the bed. I’d never seen so many zips, straps and buckles on a single garment in my life. Looking at the crotch area, I registered the reinforced circular opening, and the attachment points for the reinforced codpiece laying beside it. A web of laces overlay the zips and ran up the sides of the legs, the body and the arms of the outfit, and the heavy full hood, currently detached from the suit, lay to the side.
Glancing at my friend, I grinned. “You want me to try this on?” I shivered slightly. “And then what? It looks like I’ll be pretty much helpless once I’m in it.”
Grinning, Trevor nodded. “You will be, and if it doesn’t give you the biggest turn on you’ve ever experienced - well, I’ll just help you take it off again.”
“And if it does turn me on?” Just looking at it was turning me on. I was afraid I’d drop my load long before I was fully in it!
“Then we’ll see how far you want to go exploring sexual fetishes.” His hand cupped my jeans covered butt. “You said you wanted to explore this.” Squeezing my butt cheek gently, he brushed his finger against my cheek. “I’ve told you I’m Gay, and I’ve told you I’m into bondage and ‘topping’ my partner.” His hand explored my crack and the inner thigh. “If you like this, and you want to, I’m going to show you what it means to be totally in someone else’s power for sex.”
Slipping my arm round his waist, I hugged gently. “OK. Let’s do it.” Emboldened by his probing hand between my thighs, I turned my head and pecked his cheek. “Just promise me one thing. If I come prematurely, don’t stop, make me carry on until you’ve finished.”
Enfolding me in his arms, he pulled me tight against his chest, our bulges meeting as he did so, and his mouth engulfed mine. Breaking the kiss, he smiled. “Then prepare for the experience of a lifetime, Pat.” Releasing me he unbuttoned my shirt. “Now strip. I’m going to fetch a gag, so you can’t beg me to stop while I dress you.”
“Yes, sir!” I stepped away from him and began to strip.
Half an hour later he straightened up. “Right, how’s it feel?”
“Mmf!” It felt fantastic, especially now he’d finished tightening all the lacing and had added the small padlocks to all the key zip sliders. There was no way I was getting out of this suit anytime soon. Movement was severely restricted, and the knowledge that my cock was showing it’s excitement made it even more exciting. In fact, as of this point, only my head, my butt hole and my erect cock and loaded balls were still uncovered by the heavy leather.
He grinned. “I think I can safely assume you’re finding it a turn on?”
“Unph!”
“Good. Now then, codpiece time.” He picked up the moulded leather pouch. “Just as well I had it made larger - you’re a big boy OK.”
He wasn’t kidding, my erection is all of nine inches - which is a bit embarrassing as it is also ‘cut’ and easily aroused.
“Oh yes, I’m going to get lots of fun out of it.” He laughed, and began to attach the codpiece to an anchor point behind my dangling balls. “OK, I think you’ll fit in the twelve o’clock position. Here goes.”
I gasped as he eased the moulding into place, and then quickly secured it - again locking padlocks to secure it.
“Yup, that’s got my toys secure for now.” Stepping back he considered his handiwork. “Yes, looking really good. OK, time for you to go and wait for me to get dressed.” He grinned and indicated the direction of the living room. “Off you go. Wait for me on the patio.”
The patio? That was pretty open. I hesitated.
“What are you waiting for? We agreed that when you put this outfit on, and you got turned on by it, I get total control, remember? Now move. Patio! Now!”
I nodded, and made for the door, difficult with my arms immobilised by being fastened, strait jacket style, to the anchor points fixed to the suit. I moved to the living room, and then out onto the patio.
Trevor joined me a moment later grinning, a set of heavy manacles in his hands. “Okay, stand over here, and I’ll just fit these so you can’t wander off while I change.”
As if I could go anywhere. Playing along, I moved to the position he indicated.
Kneeling down, he slipped the heavy cuffs round my ankles. “These will keep you from going anywhere,” he announced, with a laugh. “Especially as the chain from them is fixed to this anchor point on the deck.” He snapped the heavy padlock shut, fixing the chain in place. His finger found my exposed anus. ‘Ever had anyone in there, Pat?”
My sphincter puckered at his touch. “Nmph.” I shook my head.
“A virgin,” he said, standing, but keeping his finger pressed to my hole. “Today’s a good day to surrender it. Want to?”
The feeling of his finger exploring my opening, the restriction of the suit, and my own arousal drove my answer. I nodded. “Eph!”
Laughing, he pressed the puckered muscle with his finger. “Don’t go away now, I’m going to change.” He grinned. “I plan to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. I hope you’re up for a long session.”
He took his time, but when he did reappear it left me in no doubt that I was the Bottom, the Submissive, and here was my Top, my Master and my mentor. He smiled as he approached, his outfit of leather pants with his arousal obvious in the large codpiece, an upper body harness and a half-mask hood turning me on even more. I almost lost control as he raised the hood that would complete my restraint.
“I’m going to take the gag off, so I can hood you.” He indicated the ‘mouth’ of the hood, a sort of short tube. “The tube will keep your mouth open, so you can be face fucked.” He grinned. “Or I can insert this rubber cock to keep you quiet.” He chuckled. “Still enjoying it? Still want to go all the way?”
I nodded, and stood still while he released the strap securing the gag and half mask holding it in place. With the gag out, I sucked a deep breath.
“How do you feel?”
“Unbelievable. I’m hard, I’m randy as hell - fantastic.”
Laughing, he picked up the hood. “Wait until this is on - then you’ll know what total control is really all about.”
“If it’s more intense than this I think I’m going to blow my mind.”
Starting to fit the hood, he inserted the tube, then slipped the heavy leather over my head, aligned it, then pulled the zipper down the back, instantly tightening the leather. With that done, he tucked the liner into the collar of the suit, found the zip slider on the bottom edge of the hood and lined that up. then, almost before I realised what was happening, the hood and the suit were joined, the zip locked and the back of the hood laced tight over the zip.
“Oooo?” I gasped. “O ugg!”
He laughed. “Now you’re mine, my friend. No escape.” He leaned close, and whispered. “I’m going to suck that gorgeous cock, then I’m going to make you suck mine.” His hand gripped my cock through the codpiece. “And when I’ve reloaded, I’m going to fuck you.” He chuckled. “And don’t think you’ll be getting out of that suit anytime soon.” He inserted the rubber cock into the tube, cutting off my ability to make any audible sounds.”You didn’t have any other plans for the weekend, did you?”
My mind reeled as he knelt, and slowly undid the codpiece, releasing my straining cock. I gasped as his mouth began to explore my rigid shaft, and the taut skin of my ‘head’. He knew what e was doing, playing me like some instrument. “Mmmph, mmmmmph, unnnnnngh.” I grunted and moaned as he worked until, unable to prevent it, I erupted. He slurped my ejaculation, his tongue driving me wild as it rasped over the hyper sensitised rim of my glans.
I was struggling to get my breath back as he unlocked the chain holding me in place, then, with my codpiece replaced, steered me back into the house. Ten minutes later the rubber penis had been replaced by the real thing. I used my tongue as best I could to stimulate him - and my reward, after a good fifteen minutes, was a mouthful of his spunk. Then the gag was back and I was on my way back to the patio to be once more chained to the floor.
Massaging my sphincter again, Trevor stood behind me as he whispered, “Next up — I’m going to give you a fuck in your boyhole. You want it from behind? I think it should be right here on the patio, don’t you?”
I was hardly in a position to refuse, even if I’d wanted to. And even then, I couldn’t make an intelligible comment anyway. I pressed myself against him. figuring he’d probably want to go from behind and I figured it would probably be less awkward if he did. He got the message.
Chuckling, he surprised me by pushing a finger inside me, and I registered that he’d been massaging lubricant around my opening and now into it. “From behind it is then.” The finger was insistent, persistent, and my cock hardened in response. “Know what the best part is?”
I shook my head.
“The best part is that because I’ve already cum once, it’s going to be a long fuck.” He chuckled. “And right here, out in the open where we can be seen.” His hand found my straining cock in its codpiece prison and he chuckled again. “You like that, don’t you. You like being helpless and at my mercy. Well, I’ve news for you - get used to it. You’re going to get a lot of it from now on.”
His finger slipped out of me, and he bent me forward. I felt something larger press against my opening and recognised his swollen cockhead.
‘Gnnnnnmph!” I snorted as he drove it home.
“Good boy! Now grip me with your muscle, try to pull me in and hold me there!”
I did as he instructed, soon finding that this heightened the sensation as he pumped his rigid tool into me. One after another my switches closed in my head, my crotch, my own cock and my butt. Soon I was moaning in ecstasy. I’d always known is was ‘Gay’, always known that one day I would allow someone to do this to me, but I’d never dreamed it could be this good, this intense, or this mind-blowing. The last switches closed in my head as he thrust deep and shot his load into my eager butt.
I tightened my sphincter, gripping him, not wanting him to withdraw. Wanting, hoping, he’d harden and repeat the experience.
“Well done,” he breathed in my ear. “Grip me tight, Pat. Hold me inside you.” His hand was round my front, releasing the codpiece again, seeking my erection and gently massaging my rigid member. “You can count on plenty more of this, my lover. Plenty more.”
I shot my own load into his stroking hand, and he chuckled.
“That’s the way, Pat. Surrender completely. From now on you’re mine.”
I sighed. Yes, I was his, all his. With or without the restraints.
