Discoveries

Author: atlrubber
Title: Discoveries
Date: 22 March 2011

dk was always a bit nervous when he signed on to the chats. he wasn't particularly good at it for starters. he fumbled for the right words, felt like he sounded stupid and green, and he feared letting his real feelings and desires come through this impersonal forum. But he headed here when he felt the urges growing inside him, looking for some sort of connection to men he could trust and learn from.

One man always put him at ease, though: SirJay. Somehow their chats seemed to cut through some of the bullshit. SirJay was patient with him, seemed genuinely curious in his fears and limits, wasn't pushing him for some immediate pick-up, and when SirJay described some of His own adventures dk found himself drawn closer to the man. dk had checked around and found that SirJay was greatly respected in the local community as a no-nonsense, genuine, caring, funny, and creative Top. All of dk's friends encouraged him to give SirJay a try if the opportunity came up.

dk had looked at every single picture of SirJay's at his profile site. And he'd looked multiple times and whacked off to those pictures multiple times as well. One gallery in particular, "Straitjackets," made his head spin, his dick hard, his breathing short, and scared the snot out of him. he'd never told SirJay, but his greatest desire and his greatest fear related to someday having an opportunity to wear one of those beautiful leather straitjackets.

It was yet another lonely Friday night for dk when a request for a private chat from SirJay popped on the screen. dk clicked "ok." A message appeared:

--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir! Many thanks for the chat request. It really pleases me that you take the time to chat with me, Sir.
--That's very kind of you, boy. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it! So what's up with you tonight?
--The same. Horny. LOL.
--Same here. As always. Feel like doing something about it?

dk gulped. his groin was already on fire. SirJay frequently hinted at him coming over and dk had very carefully avoided it, never insulting, and always letting SirJay know how flattered he was by the invites. Tonight the fire was raging very strong. he closed his eyes, typed, and hit "enter."

--yes, Sir.

there was a long pause and no reply. dk was about to pass out, wondering what he'd done wrong, holding his breath, wishing that he'd never sent that blasted message.

--I am so pleased, dk. I know how much courage it took for you to say that. I also know, lol, just how horny you must be! So I'm gonna make this as easy as possible. No big bullshit, no Master/slave protocols, but also no time to sit around and think. I'll send address and map to your e-mail. Come over now. Don't think about it. Don't second guess. Just do it. And here's my promise: we don't have to do a damn thing if you decide you don't want to. We can have a beer and take more time to get to know each other. Nothing more. Or we can explore a little bondage if you want. Nothing more. You'll know what's right when you get here. And I promise to listen to you. And respect. Yes? Let a friend know you're coming over here. Tell your friend you'll call at 10:00 to let him know you're okay. It's safer that way. And I won't be offended.

dk read the instant message three times. his email announced an incoming message. It was the map and address as promised.

--i'm on my way, Sir.

--good boy. you won't regret it.

dk printed the map, did a quick check in the mirror, brushed his teeth, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, phone and headed out. On the way over he called his friend Keith and left a message where he was headed and to expect a call from him at 10:00. he was sort of glad Keith hadn't answered. he was so nervous and really didn't want to talk. he knew he just needed to act on the impulse and take "the big step."

It took little time to find SirJay's house. It was a quiet middle-class neighborhood with simple bungalows lining the street. He parked outside the address given to him, took one big breath, and went to the front door. dk knew it was now or never. he had to address his fears and desires; he wanted this too badly to not just do it.

dk knocked and the door opened almost immediately. he damn near swooned when he saw SirJay for the first time in person. SirJay was so much better looking in person: a big man, a big smile, big hairy arms, dressed in leather jeans, leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt. He stretched his hand out to shake with dk, then pulled him into His arms giving him a warm, strong hug. One hand reached up to cup the back of dk's neck, reassuring, comforting, and causing dk's dick to strain in his blue jeans.

"Come on in! Or we'll have to get naked here and do it on the porch, kiddo!" His laugh was robust and warm. dk damn near melted.

SirJay pulled him into the living room shutting the door behind them and guided dk to sit next to him on a leather sofa dominating the small living room. dk took in his surroundings and saw a comfortable, tasteful home filled with quality furniture and some intriguing art. he hadn't really known what to expect, although he had wondered if the house would be totally given over to SirJay's dungeon needs.

SirJay watched dk's eyes take in everything, finally settling back on SirJay himself.

"Disappointed? Hoping there'd be a St. Andrews cross in here instead? Or a bed of nails? Or 5 boys locked in cages?" SirJay's eyes twinkled.

"No, Sir." he gulped. "Well, maybe, Sir."

SirJay laughed again, so freely. dk didn't feel that SirJay was making fun of him, but, as before, the laughter put him at ease, making him realize that most of his fears were baseless.

"All the gear, toys, clothing, furniture are in the basement. It's why I bought this house. I drove my real estate agent a bit crazy because every time she showed me a house the first thing I looked at was the basement."

dk smiled. he'd seen all the pics that SirJay had but didn't realize until now that they were taken in a basement setting.

"You wanna see? Get the 'full' tour, so to speak?" Without giving dk a chance to respond he pulled him to his feet and guided him to a door tucked in an alcove near the front door. SirJay pulled a key from His pocket and unlocked 3 deadbolts holding the door shut. "I've got thousands invested down here," he said "and I don't really give a good fuck if somebody wants to break in and steal the TV, but there's no way they're getting My gear!"

He flicked on a light and let dk step in front of him. dk slowly descended the stairs with SirJay following, his hands resting lightly on dk's shoulders. It was the smell that hit him first. There was a mixture of heavy, musty leather, ripe latex and rubber, old cum. sweat, and hormones. dk took deliberate deep breaths, each one helping him to relax and grow even hornier.

At the bottom of the stairs SirJay nudged him to turn right. dk was awestruck. Here was all the equipment he'd seen in all the pictures. A bondage bed, a hanging cage, the St. Andrews cross, a bondage chair, a barbers chair with multiple straps. It went on and on. dk began to quiver and could feel his knees getting weak.

SirJay wrapped His beefy arms gently around dk's chest, standing behind him, and just whispered in his ear. "Too much, too soon, I know, but there's no easy way to show you just one thing at a time. And I won't use any of it, unless you tell Me you want to, that you're ready to try it."

dk felt stronger and was getting his breath back. "It's beautiful, Sir. And overwhelming."

SirJay laughed again and pulled dk toward the left wall. There were pegboards covered with every bondage device imaginable. dk wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. his eyes danced over the straps and cuffs and hoods and gags. "Anything in particular catch your eye, boy?" dk couldn't answer. he was intrigued by it all and afraid of most of it. SirJay pulled a simple black leather collar from the pegboard and held it out to dk. "Here. Just this. Feel it." dk took it in his trembling hands, felt how soft the leather was, saw the locking buckle, and felt the urge in himself to wear it. SirJay took it back from him, stepped behind him and placed the collar on dk, pulling the leather strap through the buckle firmly, but not too tight. He reached to the pegboard and pulled down a small padlock, inserting the hasp through the locking mechanism and clicking it shut.

dk turned around to face SirJay and buried his face in the Man's chest. "You've never really done this, have you, son."

"No, Sir."

"Well, welcome to my world. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

For the next hour SirJay and dk played. And truly it was like play. No sexual pressure. SirJay showed him how each piece of equipment worked, allowed dk to try on various items like wrist cuffs, blindfolds, gags. dk even got the nerve to try on one of the leather hoods. As SirJay laced it on him dk could feel his dick growing very hard and he started to get very short of breath again. This time, however, SirJay didn't back off, finishing the lacing then attaching a blindfold to the hood. SirJay didn't insert the gag that went with the hood. He knew it would be too much too soon for the boy.

SirJay quickly placed locking cuffs on the boy's wrists and attached them to nearby poles leaving dk stretched completely out. He undid the waist of the boy's jeans, unzipped them, and started to stroke the dripping boycock. In a matter of seconds dk quivered throughout his body and shot a huge load. he was gasping for air as SirJay continued to slowly stroke several smaller loads from the boy.

SirJay carefully removed the hood and the wrist cuffs, leaving the locked collar in place and held the boy in a tight hug. "Yup. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

***************

"So?" They were sitting on the edge of the bondage bed sharing a bottle of water SirJay had gotten them. "What you expected?"

dk hadn't said a word since his orgasm. he didn't know how to put his feelings into words. he was so grateful to SirJay for His kindness and His patience, but he also felt guilt; not the guilt of having had a sexual experience, but the guilt that he had done nothing but "take" in this time together. He "owed" SirJay. What, he didn't know. A blowjob? Bootlicking? he realized he was clueless in figuring out how to settle his debt to SirJay.

SirJay nudged him. "It's almost 10:00. You'd better call your friend. I've gotta run upstairs and let the dogs in for the night. I'll be back in a few minutes."

dk pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and dialed Keith. Again, no answer but he left the message that all was fine and even let Keith know that he'd had a really good time and would talk to him tomorrow. he could hear SirJay walking around upstairs and thought he should join him so headed over to the stairs leading to the living room. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he realized that there was a second room off to the other side of the basement almost as large as the room in which they'd spent their time that evening.

A series of track lights shone on racks and racks of clothing. Almost all of it was black and shiny. There were probably a dozen leather shirts, another dozen pairs of leather jeans, jumpsuits, uniforms, jackets, and an almost identical number of all these items in beautiful shiny latex and rubber. Along the floor were countless pairs of boots in varying heights, highly polished and glimmering under the track lights.

Without even thinking about it dk wandered into this room and began to touch each item feeling a thrill as he touched them, feeling a hunger to try them all on, a deeper hunger to see each of them on SirJay. He crouched by some leather boots that must have gone all the way to SirJay's crotch and imagined himself on all fours licking them clean as his service to SirJay. It was intoxicating.

dk stood and continued his way around the room. In the back corner he saw the one set of items that scared him the most. It was SirJay's collection of straitjackets. He recognized each and every one of the six leather jackets, having studied them countless times in SirJay's pics. Like SirJay they were even more handsome in person. he reached out to touch the first jacket, a simple one with just a few straps dangling.

"I see you found my favorite fetish!" he hadn't heard SirJay come back down and stumbled a step back. he could feel the heat on his cheeks. "Want to try one on?"

"no, Sir, I was just looking. They're beautiful."

SirJay stepped past him and pulled the jacket from its wooden hanger. "Much more beautiful when worn than just hanging here." He gave the jacket a little shake to get the belts to hang freely then reversed it so that it was held open in front of dk. dk began to shake a bit and crossed his arms in front of himself, trying to dispel a chill that was taking over his body. SirJay dropped the jacket on a sturdy chair that sat in the middle of the dressing room and came over and give dk a reassuring hug. "Too much?"

"Yes, Sir." he began to calm a bit with those huge hairy arms around him. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sorry? Nah. Fuck that. No 'sorry' necessary. A straitjacket is a pretty intense piece for a newbie. Takes a shitload of trust to give up that much control. No worries. None at all."

dk felt the chill leaving him and wanted to kick himself for being such a chicken. he may have missed his chance to try the one huge bondage fetish that truly intrigued him. SirJay let him go and retrieved the jacket from the chair, carefully rehanging it in its spot on the rack.

"Tell me more, Sir, about the feeling?"

SirJay turned back to him, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. "There is nothing like being strapped into a straitjacket. Nothing. It slides on so easily, and as the first few straps are tightened you feel that wonderful apprehension and excitement fill you. If it fits right it's almost comforting to feel enclosed and covered. You feel in some ways like you're protected."

SirJay turned back to the rack and pulled down an extremely elaborate jacket. This one had twice as many straps as any of the others as well as attached locking chastity shorts. SirJay handed it to dk. "Feel how heavy this is. That weight on you is bondage in itself. But as each and every strap is tightened you slowly come to realize that every single percentage of your control is being taken away. Each strap can be locked in place thereby enhancing the total experience. It's...." SirJay's voice trailed off.

dk realized that SirJay was describing His own feelings, His own love of the jacket.

"Show me."

"Are you sure? You really want to try the jacket on, boy?"

"No, Sir. I want to see You in the jacket, Sir."

SirJay gave dk a puzzled look. "Really? Will that help? What the fuck! Sure! Why not! We all start somewhere and if you see how it works from the 'outside' you'll probably have a lot less fear being on the 'inside.'"

SirJay kicked off his boots, removed his leather jeans, and stripped off his t-shirt. His naked hairy body was just slightly damp from sweat. His semi-hard dick and hairy balls were mesmerizing. dk felt an urge to drop to his knees and lick the entire surface. But he held the jacket before him, copying SirJay's gesture, inviting SirJay to step in.

SirJay explained things to dk as he stepped forward. "This jacket was actually built for me back when I was your age. Back when I was a 'boy' like you. The attached shorts are cruel to say the least, as the jacket-wearer has to put his cock inside the restraining pouch." He laughed. "Many a time I tried to hump the frigging floor while wearing this jacket."

He stepped inside the shorts first, adjusting his cock and balls inside the locking pouch. dk pulled the zippers up on the pouch and held the rest of the jacket open for SirJay to enter. SirJay obliged by putting his arms deep inside the sleeves. "This is really when you feel the first 'tingle', the first 'threat' that you've given up a good chunk of control."

"At this point you pull the jacket up over the shoulders and zip the long zipper from just behind my nuts to the top of my neck." dk did just that. At the top of the neck he snapped the collar shut.

"It should be fairly clear how the straps go from here. There's a series of six straps that get buckled across the back. Each one can be locked, although trust me, by now the 'victim' couldn't undo the straps if he wanted to." dk started buckling the straps quickly. "Slow down, son! This is half the fun. Let the guy inside the jacket feel the slow pulling of the straps and the slow loss of control. It's like a seductive strip-tease but in reverse." dk slowed down as instructed and heard what he thought was a little grunt from SirJay.

"Not so bad, eh? The next belt is the one of the best. This wide one around the waist can be cinched very tight. And with the multiple D-rings on it the belt becomes a nice anchor spot for other possibilities." dk worked quietly and with a heavy hand to cinch this belt as tightly as his young muscles would allow.

SirJay took a deep breath, or as deep as he could and admired dk's work. "The last step is the critical one. With this jacket you lace the arms through a loop up front and another on each side, then pull the straps to the back where they buckle together. THIS is what makes it a real straitjacket ride. Your arms cross in front, hugging yourself, and there is a moment of clarity where you realize you are truly fucked. You are not getting free until someone lets you free. Period."

dk came around to the front and did just as he'd been instructed, again not in haste but with slow precision. SirJay seemed to be watching almost in a tutorial fashion, making sure dk understood his instructions. he walked behind SirJay and quite efficiently did the last strap effectively trapping SirJay's arms in the self-hug of a heavy leather straitjacket.

"Well done! See! Not so bad. Not so scary. And trust me, the feeling is unlike any other." SirJay chuckled. "I'd forgotten how well this straitjacket fit me. And you know from the pics there's a hood that attaches. And titflaps. And DAMN! Okay, kiddo, time to let me out, and let's see if you're ready to give it a try." SirJay gave a little shiver and turned around to give a big grin in dk's direction. But dk was gone.

Seconds later the boy returned holding the very hood He had described. he had several other items dangling from his right hand, and his left hand held a fistful of padlocks. Before SirJay could protest dk gave him a little shove and SirJay landed on his butt in the sturdy chair. dk quickly took two short leather straps and attached SirJay's biceps to the back of the chair.

"Okay, son. Nicely done, but time to let Me loose." SirJay kicked out one leg then the other trying to stand up but He had no leverage to do so. dk knelt and using two ankle cuffs and a couple of clips bound SirJay's ankles to the legs of the chair. SirJay struggled even more. "dk! Enough now." dk ignoredHhim and stood up behind Him.

From inside the hood he pulled a locking ballgag which he quickly shoved inside SirJay's mouth, pulling it tight and locking it in place. And one by one, as slowly as SirJay had taught him, he padlocked each and every strap and zipper on the jacket.

Finally he took the hood that he knew from the pics would attach to the jacket and slid it over SirJay's head. It was a loose but thick leather hood with two grommets at the nostrils for breathing. dk zipped it shut. Six more padlocks attached the collar of the hood to the collar of the straitjacket. Each 'click' of the locks brought more struggle from SirJay.

Slowly dk ran his hands over the leather covered Man. SirJay was beginning to struggle less and sink further into the chair. And dk proceeded to give back to this Man what he felt he owed Him. For the next hour dk used only his tongue, starting at the toes of the furry beast, licking him, savoring him, devouring him.

he nuzzled into the thick leather crotch. he found the titflaps and buried his face in the Man's chest, licking and nibbling. he licked every inch of the leather covered Man he could reach.

Using a key he'd brought with him he unlocked the two padlocks holding the chastity pouch of the shorts. And he licked this beautiful Man's cock for all he was worth. SirJay began to buck in the chair, moaning inside the leather hood. Slowly dk lowered his mouth on to SirJay's beautiful cock and almost as quickly as dk himself had cum, SirJay shot his load in dk's mouth. dk could hear SirJay breathing hard above him but he kept his mouth tight on the cock, not letting a drop escape or go to waste. he was rewarded with several more spurts of hot cum.

dk swallowed the cum and slowly came off SirJay's cock. Above him SirJay's head hung heavy on his chest, clearly spent, clearly exhausted.

dk just sat back and admired this beautiful picture. he felt better than when he himself had cum.

it was a slow process undoing all the locks and straps and with each bit of freedom returned to SirJay dk wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries of boy/sub and Sir/Top. Even after he had removed the ballgag from SirJay there was no comment from Him.

As the last strap was undone and SirJay stepped from the chastity shorts, He took the jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He turned toward dk and took the two short steps to him. His right hand reached up to the collar still locked on dk's neck. SirJay pulled the boy close to him and gave him a huge hug, whispering in his ear, "Yup. You definitely belong here. And it's definitely time you tried on a straitjacket, my boy!"