I dug out an old external hard drive today to see what goodies might be on it. I found this short story I wrote 10+ yrs ago. It was fun to read this and sort of reflect on my interests in BDSM back then and today.
Thought I’d share.
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The Pulse of Control
The bound boy breathes the short breathes available through the tight restraints. He is laying on his back in the Leather Straightjacket with the Rubber Lining. Muscles Strain, boy sweats. There are Several Rubber Stretch Belts to hold the boy down firmly to the weight bench. One over his stomach, another over his chest(Clamped nipples still exposed) and one over the throat the boy resting on his thick collar and the neck of the hood. It is nearly impossible for the boy’s head to move. Nor it’s body.
Boy’s Rubber Chapped legs are chained up to the ceiling leaving his boyhole open. His legs rest on the weight bench’s arms. The chains around the booted ankles of the boy help to keep them in place up high as does the rope around the thighs, knees and ankles tied to the weight bench’s arms.
Boy has been laying here since the last use by MASTER. He recently tied the boy down and gave him a royal fucking. When MASTER left, the hooded, gagged and immobile boy he left him with something to remind him of who is coming back for more later. A pulsing anal probe. Every second a pulse is given off from the ten’s unit and the restraints do their job holding the property that MASTER keeps in check.. With each pulse comes a “jerk” from the boy’s body that puts the weight of the Ball Stretcher on boy’s balls. Boy’s balls swing…sometimes with the pulse. Boy’s cock is in a leather/steel cockcage that is very tight and painfull when the boy is erect. No Cumming for this boy with that device on. Just the way MASTER likes it.
Boy hears MASTER’s loud Cop Boots walk into the Room. The boy has come to be fearful of the loud boots that bring more pain, bondage and control over the boy’s body and mind. Boy is eager to please but with all the pain on it’s balls, cock, nipples and boyhole, it longs for a break and a chance to see it’s Hot Leather Cop Master. It’s been quite a long time since the boy has seen anything but the inside of a hood.
The boy hears the keys and the lock of the hood is opened. Boy feels the weight on it’s balls suddenly swing faster from the kick MASTER gave to the weights. The boy continues to shake and squirm with each pulse but it doesn’t hurt boy as much now knowing he will get to SEE the hot man in control. boy feels a strong boot firmly resting on his chest flat. The zipper of the hood slowly opens. The boy looks out. Eyes stunned by the light of the room. An eclipse of MASTER’s shadow over the boy…and a tube with a funnel in his hands. Suddenly boy feels the long tube crammed into it’s mouth that nearly reaches the back of his throat. The boy’s head securely fastened to the bench so tightly that he cannot resist it. “Listen Fuckhole, do not swallow til you are given permission. Do not let it over flow out of your mouth. Remember…. your Thoughts, Body, Breath and even Swallowing Reflexes are Mine, not yours”. The boy relaxes… Slowly then suddenly warm piss fills boy’s mouth up to his lips.
“HOLD! Hold….” MASTER orders. The boy can feel the warm piss filling his entire mouth and throat. He holds, trying not to gag….
“Now you may Swallow, Piss Pig” MASTER Orders and the boy gulps down the piss. A big rush of warm piss down his throat. Gone all at once. The boot is released off the boy’s chest . The zipper is zipped back up and locks are put back on. MASTER turns up the electric probe another notch.
“Mpphhh!?!?” the boy moans under the hood.
“Just had to piss. See you later, boy”. MASTER grins…
The boy realizes he’s going to be alone again….
Boot Steps Fade away…..
“MPPPHHFFF!!!!!!!!!!”