Burglar's Unexpected Holiday Part 2

Author: StoryCub
Title: Burglar’s Unexpected Holiday Part 2
Date: 15 August 2012

Prelude comment: Again I want to thank everyone for the great feedback and hope this adds to your climax.


After having walked for 12 hours now, Boris was feeling somewhat exhausted . He decides to rest on the couch, so he sits down on it and groans as the plug goes deeper into him. He rests for 10 minutes and thinks to himself that the tops were bluffing him about the motion detector. He lies back in the couch and realizes all he can think about is how much he needs to cum. At that moment, he feels a light vibration inside his ass and his cock teased even more. He enjoys the sensual feelings from within and struggles to pull his arms forward. At the same time, his hips are gyrating around with no conscious thought of his own. This only causes the plug to move around more inside him and a raging hard on developes within the chastity device. He decides that it is mind over matter and tries to think about things that would take his mind away. He thinks about his grandmother, dead frogs, anything but the craving to cum. He begins to fantasize about his dream car as he cruises along on the highway getting further away. After ten minutes of this, he feels the next increase is vibration. His cock now twitching on the edge, his mind focused like a laser on that one thing. He screams into his gag but it only comes out as a church mouse squeak. He grinds his butt into the couch and twists his legs around to try to close them. Nothing he can do will satisfy his craving and he knows in another 10 minutes, the next level will occur. Will the next level put him over the top? He doubts it since his cock will only extend further in the opposite direction and bend further along the curve of the steel chastity device. He attempts to listen to hopefully hear something outside of his ear plugs to distract him and he does hear two things: the faint sound of the grandfather clock ticking away only three feet away from him and the sound of his heart pacing along quickly. He senses the next level kick in as the plug pounds up inside of him like a ball peen hammer is being used to drive it even deeper into him. The vibrator on his cock however remains at the same level to maintain the highest level of frustration with no release. With his heart racing, his hips gyrating out of control, and his mind screaming inside his head for some kind of release, he swings his legs back in front of the couch and pushes himself up off of it. He takes a step forward. At that moment, everything stops except the light thrum of the vibrator on his cock but his mind is still racing a mile a minute to catch up with the situation. He lumbers forward toward the door in a desperate charge, only to feel the strong shock to his balls that snaps him back to a calming reality. He catches himself from falling over and suddenly feels thankful as he gets his mind finally back to where it started before he sat down.

He struts into the kitchen to get himself a drink and then goes back to his pacing with a new found invigoration.

Unknown to Boris, however, is another poor soul that had crossed paths with the tops. Another greedy victim of circumstance who made the decision to fight any training attempts by the tops. Now, all that he can do is wait and listen in torment within the confines built into the grandfather clock. His body molded into a capsule in the wall behind the clock.

Before Ben was sealed behind the clock, his arms were pinioned behind his back in a similar fashion as Boris, only with his hands placed into stiff flat fingerless gloves to keep his hands fully extended with nothing to reach. Each wrist was again secured to his opposite elbow. Over Ben’s torso, a latex bondage suit was put on him to trap his arms inside it with no sleeves of any kind. A rubber leg binder was strapped tightly from his thighs down to his ankles. Ben’s feet were forced into an en pointe position by a singular foot boot laced tightly over both feet. A catheter was inserted inside of his cock. A four rib butt plug with two tube attachments was shoved deep into Ben’s ass. Within the capsule are many built in attachments. As the tops put him inside, they lined up the hoses to the butt plug which would be used to flush him out each day. His head was placed back into the mold and lined up with the ear pieces on each side. The tube from the catheter was pulled through his legs and plugged into a nozzle below his butt. As they closed the clock face, Ben saw a small pouch area that would fit around his cock. In the area where his face will be was a football mouthpiece with a tube going into it and in the eye socket area were special lenses. The tops told him to open his mouth to allow the mouthpiece to enter. Then they closed the clock and flipped the latches to lock him into the capsule.

Inside the capsule, Ben suddenly began to feel everything around him pushing in against him. Air bladders fill around his booted feet and around his legs. His upper body squeezed into a rigid mass of sweaty flesh. A rubber bladder was inflated around his cock and balls and forcing them into a tight package. Another bladder engulfs his chin and cheeks until no movement of his jaw was allowed. He could feel the pressure build around his head but none of it was transferred to his eye sockets. An air bladder filled around each ear but Ben could feel an ear piece pushed into each ear as well.

Ben struggled to move anything he possibly could, but the only movement left was his breathing through the tube in his gag. The air bladders were strategically placed to make sure inhaling would not be an issue but all other areas were fixed into immobility. He could hear the tops speak to him through the ear pieces as they explained how his new life would be. He would be an unknown ornament behind the grandfather clock. He would be given a liquid diet daily though the tube in his mouth along with any other fluids they felt like pouring into his body. Water would be used to flush out his colon and then sucked out of the other tube in his butt plug. Within the ribs of the butt plug are air bladders that would increase and decrease in size in random patterns. Patterns could be the sense of being fucked slowly and methodically, or a pounding like there was no tomorrow, or it could just inflate to fill his ass to its limits and then expand the limits a little further. The plug would also aid in clearing out any remnants during the daily flush out of everything. Meanwhile, his cock would be trapped with nowhere to expand within a pouch of inflated rubber. Every so often, they would set the butt plug to milk his prostate and then take what comes out of him and feed it back into his mouth. The ear pieces would be set to remove any treble sounds or voices he may hear but would enhance any percussion sounds to include the constant ticks and quarter hour chimes of the grandfather clock as well as any footsteps and bumps throughout the house. The lenses would display a random laser pattern in Ben’s eyes corresponding with the sounds that he would hear.

There is where Ben stands hearing the steps of Boris pacing in front of him and the constant ticking of the clock. He knows that the tops are on vacation because of having no other tastes going into his mouth besides water and the taste of his own urine cycling back into his mouth. He feels his ass being ever so slowly fucked by the butt plug and knows that soon the taste of his own cum will be coming.

Meanwhile, Boris wonders deeply what is in store for him. All he knows he is that with every step he takes, the drive to cum brings him closer to doing whatever is required to allow him to shoot the wad building inside him.