Burglar's Unexpected Holiday Part 4 Boris Goes Out

Author: StoryCub
Title: Burglar’s Unexpected Holiday Part 4 (Boris Goes Out)
Date: 26 December 2014

Just want to thank anyone who has been patiently waiting for the story to continue. I especially thank Bishouner for the note to get me back on task for the continuation. I could not finish it all in this chapter though so there is still more to conclude with. Hope everyone had a tightly wrapped Christmas. Enjoy Boris's torment! By the way my last installment was March 2014 if you need some renewal.

Burglar’s Unexpected Holiday Part 4 (Boris Goes Out)

Boris is now trapped in a dungeon with a relentless, unfeeling, and controlling machine with only one thing to accomplish. It is to learn how to bring Boris to the edge of cumming and leave him there with no relief. He can hear what level of calibration the computer has reached with each edging. The last one Boris heard the computer say was being at the ninety four percent point. The computer waits patiently as Boris is still reacting to his last brink of sanity point that it abruptly stopped at.

As Boris slowly comes back to a rational thought, he screams into his penis gag but knows that no one can hear him or save him. Then he thinks about the lever on his penis gag. He focuses all his attentions on pumping of the liquid into the back of his throat, hoping that this will help him keep his mind from being controlled by his primal needs and that damn computer.

The computer says,” Going to next level.”

The stroking on his cock begins again. Boris attempts to ignore it. But it is quickly tapping into his primal urges. Soon he is back to his edge of insanity but this time he feels something pushing down on his cock. He suddenly feels coolness on his cock again. His cock begins to retreat into the tube. Meanwhile the stroking is continued but he now finds that there is less room for his cock to expand. As more frigid air is brought in the tube, his cock is compacted by the plunger pressing inward. This causes even less room for Boris’s cock to grow. While at the same time his sweet spot is stroked to keep him still on edge. The further that the machine worked Boris’s cock to smaller proportions, the further he feels from being able to cum.

The computer says, ”Preparing for permanent edging.”

Boris does not like the sound of that as he feels the massaging of his stubbed cock increase. He can feel his body getting closer and closer to his ultimate need but with no expansion he feels no ultimate satisfaction, no matter how hard the machine strokes. He is stuck between heaven and hell with nowhere to go.

The computer says, “Encasement mode engaged.”
Boris can’t imagine how it could get worse, but the last statement scares him the most. Will he be left with a permanent hard on with no way to finish. He feels a substance begin to fill around his cock. It seems warm but does not burn. Cold air fills the tube again. Boris knows that it is not to bring him from the brink but to solidify whatever is covering his cock to leave him half way.

The computer says, “Testing Encasement.”

The plunger is pulled back off of Boris’s cock. The massaging occurs but Boris just feels his sweet spot on the edge of his cock tormented and teased. This drives him insane with the craving. He struggles within his confinement, twisting all his muscles by any means possible to no avail. His cock will not expand any further and without its full length, he is left hanging on the edge. He suddenly smells the gas that he had smelled when he first got there. His muscles finally begin to relax as he goes into a deep slumber. The only thing left moving on his body is his encased twitching cock.

The tops look over their prize and are pleased with the results. They remove the hoses from the tube on his cock and pull off the tube. They feel the fantastic results of the gel that encompasses his member. It feels just like a real slippery skin with just a hint of veins running the length of the shaft. They watch as his new realistic but trapped cock twitches and slowly starts to subside. The mighty cock has been reduced to just a thick looking 6 inches. They both know that the game for later is now fixed and Boris is ready for a long night.

The tops bring over a canvas tarp connected between two poles like a very loose stretcher. They meticulously undo the sleepsack and remove everything from his sweaty body except his bound taped hands. They bind his arms behind his back again in an armbar form and use a set of belts to secure his legs together. The inflatable faceplate gag is returned and filled back to its max pushing his cheeks tight against the faceplate but making sure the drinking tube is not blocked. The stretcher is pulled underneath Boris’s body and as the two proud tops lift it up, the bound form is enveloped into a canvas cocoon. Boris is now ready for his trip out.

The two devious tops carry Boris out to their van and hang the stretcher from hooks attached to the ceiling of the van. They grab a few more items from their dungeon room that will be used for later torment of Boris. They zoom off to the bar to prepare for the special functions they have created for bar night tonight.

Boris feels himself drifting into nothingness. When he opens his eyes again, he is looking into the face of prison guard. The guard’s cap pushed forward to shadow his eyes but a smirk is stretched across his face as the guard says “Glad to see you have finally woke up.”

Boris retorted with “Where am I?”

“Where do you think you are? You have been incarcerated and you will soon be placed into your final resting spot. The judge has pronounced that you will be put into an isolation chamber where you will be fed thru a tube gag and forced to relieve yourself into the bottom of a well.”

“We have created this form fitting stand up cage especially for you while you were out cold. Your cock has been trapped within a metal sheath that has little spikes to make sure that even your thoughts don’t give you any pleasure. “

“Now, it is time for the last steps before you are put into the chamber.”

Boris attempts to speak back but is stopped cold when a guard behind him shoves a large ball gag with a tube through the middle. It is fastened by a head harness that connects by a strap running under his chin and another stretching around his nose and over the top to connect with the other two straps that pull the ball deeply into his mouth. Several padlocks are used to finish securing it in place.

Boris can only stare in awe at the quickness and efficiency of the guards. He sees the guard in front of him move toward what looks like a man-hole cover in the floor near the corner of the room. The guard lifts the cover to reveal a dark pit. Boris can feel the sweat rolling off his brow and can only shake his head when he suddenly feels his feet no longer touching the ground. He tries to move any part of his body but finds his legs merged together onto a tight bar for him to stand on. His arms shoved into individual channels going down each side of his body and ending in metal balls for the hands. To his horror, his body starts moving forward toward the pit in the floor.

Boris now dangles over the gaping hole below him. He can’t believe that the tops would leave him to a fate like this. Finally, he feels his body being lowered down until the guard before him could look him eye to eye. The guard pulls a tube up to Boris’s face and attaches it to the connector on the ball gag. The guard whispers in his ear, “Welcome to the rest of your life.”

The guard pushes a button on the wall and the lowering continues………..


MEANWHILE, the tops arrive at the bar and carry the dreaming bear slave to his demise for the night. They carry the cocoon known as Boris into the center of the bar where a unique platform was created for him. Like a strange looking aquarium but with strategically placed holes through the front and back of it. All of the structure still solid and unbreakable to keep their key entertainment helpless and vulnerable. The tops open up the cocoon to reveal their catch to the owners and bartenders of the bar. All of them were simply amazed by the huge muscle bound bearish man lying before them. They all know they have a big hit for the fun and entertainment of the night. The bartender brings out a body harness and places it next to Boris’s unconscious body. The armbinder and leg straps are removed from him and the body harness pulled up his legs and slipped up and over his shoulders. The straps are buckled across his chest and tightened around his upper thighs. A moving hoist is used to help lift Boris from the ground to a semi standing position. Wrist and ankle cuffs with 2 sets of D rings each are put on him. The front pane of glass is slid out of position to allow final positioning of their star for the night. They lift Boris up and glide his limp body in front of the other pane of glass. He is positioned in the middle of a large adjustable metal square which is mounted to the platform base. Thick straps with clips on each end are attached from the top bar of the metal square to the shoulder strap D rings of the body harness. The tops then lift his left bound in a fist useless hand up to the upper corner of the square and use ropes thru the D rings on his wrist cuff. One D-ring pulled tight to the left bar and the other D-ring pulled tight to the upper bar. They take his right hand and bind it in a similar fashion to the upper right corner of the metal square. They turn their attention now to his legs. They stretch his left leg out to the lower corner and rope the D-ring on the ankle cuff to the left bar adjusting it so Boris can fully extend his foot but only to touch his big toe to the platform. They attach the other D-ring on the same cuff to the base platform. The right leg is then extended and connected in a similar fashion. They adjust the square metal frame to make sure his ass is centered with the opening in back glass pane. With that done, the front pane of glass is slid back in front of Boris, positioning the smaller hole around his cock. The panes of glass are adjusted to tightly sandwich him between them forcing his ass cheeks and cock and ball outside the glass. The group steps back to admire their work. Before them hangs, a huge, furry, barrel chested, muscular man being pulled taut from every direction and gagged to max so his only pleas that can be made are with his beautiful eyes. His thick cock and hairy bubble butt vulnerable to anyone who wants to use him as a sex toy.

Spotlights are positioned from the ceiling to show every nook and cranny of Boris. The tops notice that Boris has some rapid eye movement going. They don’t know how his dreams are torturing him but the expressions they can see look to be a nightmare of some sort.

Boris can only grunt into his ball gag as the cage lowers down further into the darkness. Suddenly he feels warmth from everywhere. Every pore in his body seems to sweating. Is he being put into an oven?

The tops watch Boris carefully as Boris attempts to scream more and more into his gag. His eyes snap wide open in horror only to immediately see relief across his face. This was an unexpected response that the tops were not expecting considering his new found position. One of the tops stands in front of Boris and starts explaining, “Welcome back from your nightmare. Obviously it was worse than the one you are in now. You have one objective tonight that we want you to do. If you refuse, we will leave you in this position indefinitely. You must hold anything put in your ass for as long as possible.”

Boris feeling thankful in a strange way to see the tops again nods his head in confirmation not realizing the immense torment he has agreed to.

The tops turn from Boris and prepare a couple of things for Boris and the audience to be able to watch. First is a digital wall timer and second is a chart with a list of numbers starting at 10 and continues to count up to 50 with option for more numbers if needed.

After a while, the bar gradually fills with people looking intrigued with the situation before them.

The bar announcer quiets the crowd down and begins the explanation of the betting games involved with the bright decoration in the middle of the room. “Fellow tops and bottoms and slaves, before you is a newly acquired slave that has been volunteered to be our entertainment for the night. As you can see he is silenced and secured tightly with bright lights to illuminate his every muscle pulse and strain as well as the sweat that drips down his body to ultimately be recycled back to his body by pumping it up to a nozzle on his gag. There are two games that are being started with potentially great rewards. The first is a betting pool that allows you to place a bet on a number. The bet is attached to the number chosen and shown on the wall across from him. The winner or winners are the ones that guess the number of butt balls or toys that can fit into this slave’s butt.” The announcer then pulls out a bag of toys and pours them on the counter before Boris and the crowd. Some are small. Some have vibrators. Some have tiny bumps all over them. Evil smiles begin to creep across their faces as they look up at their victim.

The announcer then continues, “The second game we have has $1000 put into the betting pool already. In order to win it, you will add to the pool an addition five dollars for every minute that you want to try to bring this slave to climax. We have trained him to not release until we give him permission and there is no chance of that for tonight. So if you want to line up to take a shot at getting him to shoot then start over here next to me. If you want to place a bet on a square for how much can fit in his ass then go to that table over there.”

Boris is horrified in what he hears and screams into his gag “Noooo!” But all that comes out is a long grunt that nobody can hear over the noise of the bar. He pulls at his restraints as hard as he can only to impress the people watching as his muscles flex and give them more reason to try to see him flex some more.

Meanwhile, at the table with all the butt toys the assistant explains to the audience, “Each of the balls or toys have a hole thru the middle of the them. The ball or toy will be slid onto this thin rope and then can be pushed up into his ass.” The assistant then grabs a medium sized ball and slides it up the length of rope till it hits a large knot at the end of it. He moves behind Boris and smacks Boris in the ass. He takes a rubber glove and puts it over one of his hands and begins drenching the ball and glove in lube. He then takes the ball and gloved hand and begins working it up into the bubble butt awaiting it. He works it slowly until the ball and his hand disappears. He maneuvers it around deeply into Boris’ ass and then as he pulls his hand out, massages the prostate to get things started.

Boris is caught off guard by the sudden rubbing of his prostate and clenches his ass around the fist. But to his dismay, he feels the stirring in his cock. He knows this is the beginning of his new nightmare. He notices the audience looking at his mid-section in front of him. They are in awe as his member grows and betrays Boris. More people now line up to take on the challenge. The first challenger steps up in front of Boris and slowly fingers the betrayer to bring it up from half-staff to full-staff. Boris groans in ecstasy to his dismay and looks around desperately for something to focus on to escape the feelings building up inside. But all he sees are the lights beaming down on him, people watching his reactions, and two things that only show how horrid it will be for him. He sees a digital clock timer counting down what he discovers is how much time the challenger has left to work on his cock. The other is the betting board that is lit up showing hash marks next to numbers. He figures out quickly that the numbers represent how many things he may hold inside his ass. Each hash mark is a bet placed on that number. Boris’s attention is brought back suddenly to his member as he feels a tongue start to roll around the tip of his cock while at the same time another toy is slowly invading his ass. The new toy comes to life inside him with vibrations.