Forced Situation - 1 Giving Up Control

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Forced Situation - 1. Giving Up Control
Date: 07 April 2014

I finally broke down and bought myself a CB-6000 device... Well, I'm more than certain it's a knock-off device, it was only $50, but still works the same. I already have a CB-2000, but they are extremely hard to get on, especially when you've developed a hard on (or even started to). They're also fairly bulky and I've always wanted something I could wear under my normal clothes. I've gone out a few times with it locked on, and while it's not completely hidden, it definitely doesn't stand out.

So, now I'm starting to think about how fun it might be to be locked up for real, for a couple of days at a time. My only problem is I can't be locked up for work; bartending in a gay bar with horny guys who are constantly grabbing my ass and crotch would just not work. I'm a closeted kinkster and probably always will be. It's bad enough being gay, I can't imagine having to deal with one more thing? I know some people don't have a problem being "out" in that way, and I know a few of them, and some even know about my interests, but they also know I don't discuss such things in public. One good thing is my work schedule; I only work weekends so there's a possibility of being locked up for a four day stretch. Now some of you might be thinking, four days isn't anything, but I'm a person that jerks off three to four times a day and going four days sounds like a lifetime!

Now my problem is finding someone who would be willing to lock me up? And I immediately think of someone who I haven't chatted with in a long time - we tried this all once before with my CB-2000, but it didn't go so well. I was never really honest with him, so he of course got pissed and shut down our communication. Most of it had to do with the fact that when we chatted, I was always fairly drunk and extremely horny. When sobriety hits, so does the regret and the desire fades. We were using a combination lock at the time and of course it was easy enough to go through the numbers until you hit the right one. One thing I did like about him was that has very dominating and demanding and had a great imagination. He was very hot in both looks and demeanor. Even though we haven't talked in almost 6 months, I decided to send him a short message over Yahoo, "I just bought a CB-6000." Of course I get no response, not that I was actually expecting one right away. Oh well, it's the weekend, so I won't be able to do anything until afterwards anyway.

I get home after working and spending an evening out drinking with friends and notice there's a response from him,

   Frank: So what are you doing with your new chastity device?

My cock jumps and I start to get a little excited thinking he'd never talk with me again.

   Michael: Nothing yet. Still hoping to find someone to lock me up.

I sit and wait for a response... and wait... and wait.

   Frank: You mean like the last time when you kept whining and weaseling your way out of it?

   Michael: I know. That's why I need to be forced.

   Frank: I can force you.

   Michael: Oh?

   Frank: Yep. Once you're locked in it, there are ways I can force you to stay in it... and make it so you can't get out any other way.

My dick is now rock hard.

   Michael: Wow! That is so freaken hot!

   Frank: Unfortunately, I don't think you really want that? You're probably just drunk and horny looking to use me to get off, just like the last time?

Damn! I hate this guy. He seems to know me a little too well.

   Michael: That's not true. I haven't been drinking at all today. I am horny though, but you have the affect on me.

There's a slight pause before he responds...

   Frank: Is your dick hard right now?

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard are you and explain to me why?

   Michael: I'd say a 9, but very close to a 10. Very horny chatting with you again and thinking about you locking me up, owning and controlling me.

   Frank: Explain to me how this time will be different than the last time?

Hmmm... Wasn't expecting that.

   Michael: Well I have the CB-6000 now and it doesn't show under clothes like the other one did, which is why I always wanted out of it.

   Frank: Ok

   Michael: And was hoping there was a way you could really force me to stay locked up?

   Frank: Like I said above, there is, but if we start this, there's no turning back without serious consequences. Understood?

   Michael: I understand.

   Frank: I mean it! I'm not playing around. Once I lock your dick up, I own you and only I'll decide when we're done.

   Michael: Yes, Sir. I understand.

   Frank: Honestly though, you're going to have to convince me you really want to do this?

   Michael: How am I supposed to do that?

   Frank: Well, begging is a good start.

   Michael: Please, Sir. I want you to lock my dick up and own it. I need you to control me and enslave me.

   Michael: I want to be your leather slave.

   Frank: Tell me why you deserve to be my slave?

   Michael: I would do anything you wanted.

   Michael: I would worship the ground you walked on.

   Frank: Yeah?

   Michael: I would do anything to make you happy.

   Michael: I would do anything I had to to make sure you knew that you were the only thing in my life.

There's no response right away, so I wait patiently.

   Frank: So you're telling me that you'd do anything and everything I tell you to do as my slave, whether I have you locked up or not?

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Ok, slave. A couple of tests to prove yourself before I consider locking up your dick...

   Michael: Anything, Sir.

   Frank: First, take a clear picture of both sides of your driver's license and email it to me along with your work address.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

I'm a little nervous, but far too horny to consider the consequences. So, I run into the living room, get my ID and my phone. I take the pictures and email them along with the other info as he requested.

   Michael: Sent, Sir.

A few moments pass before he responds...

   Frank: Good, boy. And your work address is correct, I just checked Google Maps.

   Frank: That definitely proves you're being honest with me.

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

   Frank: Now. Do you have a black marker, like a Sharpie?

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Get it and a piece of paper. And get your leather wrist restraints, collar, padlocks and your CB-6000 with one of the numbered plastic locks.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

I think to myself, "What's he up to?" But run and get the marker and bondage stuff from my "toy" box.

   Michael: I got everything, Sir.

   Frank: Strip all your clothes off - completely naked.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

I take all my clothes off and shiver from the cold.

   Michael: Done, Sir.

   Frank: Good, boy. Now take the marker and write "Leather Slave" across your chest and "Property of Master Frank" on your stomach above your dick.

What the fuck? Is this guy for real?

   Michael: Really, Sir?

   Frank: Don't question me, slave, just do it or this ends now! And make sure it's big enough to read from 10 feet away.

Damn my dick - it's twitches when he calls me "slave".

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

As best as I can I write all that on my chest and stomach.

   Michael: Done, Sir.

   Frank: Good, slave... Now turn your web cam on.

I start to think that maybe this is going too far. It certainly wasn't what I was expecting and I'm not really sure where this is going? I hesitate long enough to get a response from him...

   Frank: Well? What are you waiting for, slave?

   Frank: TURN IT ON NOW!

Reluctantly, I turn it on.

   Frank: Ah, there's my slave... now stand up and step back so I can see.

   Frank: Good, slave. Now sit down and adjust the camera so I can see your chest along with your face.

   Frank: Put the collar and restraints on and I want to be able to see you lock them.

My dick is throbbing now. I always loved having leather gear locked on me.

   Frank: Very good slave. How's your dick?

   Michael: Very hard, Sir.

   Frank: Stand up, so I can see it.

I get up and adjust the camera again so my dick is in view.

   Frank: Very hard indeed. You're obviously enjoying this.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: But if you want me to lock that dick up, you're going to have to get it soft. In the meantime, put all the pieces of the cb on except the cock cage.

   Frank: And stay in view, I'm going to watch until your dick is completely locked up.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

I grab the various pieces of the CB-6000 and put them on... and stand and wait for my dick to go down.

   Frank: Hold the lock up to the camera so I can see the number.

I grab the plastic lock and fumble around trying to hold it still long enough so he can read the number on it.

   Frank: Ok, boy. I saw the number.

I put the lock back down and continue to wait for dick. Trying not to think of my current situation. It takes a while but it finally starts deflating.

   Frank: Ok, boy. Get that cage on and make sure when you put the lock on the number faces out.

I grab the cage, put a little lube in it, and slide it over my dick. Trying to be careful not to pinch myself. Once it's all the way on, I grab the lock and slide it through the post and click it shut.

   Michael: It's locked on, Sir.

   Frank: Pull on the lock, I want to make sure it is.

I give it a few tugs to show him.

   Frank: Very good, boy. Now walk backwards so I can see everything again.

I take a few steps back until everything from my thighs up is in view.

   Frank: Very nice. Now sit down so we can talk.

   Frank: That dick trying to get hard in the cage, boy?

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Starting to hurt.

   Frank: Feel good to have that leather locked on, your dick locked up and under my control?

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Very good, Sir.

   Frank: I bet it does. Just think what it'll be like when you're here completely encased and imprisoned in leather as my slave.

My dick is trying very hard to break the damned cage off.

   Michael: Fuck! That is so hot, Sir.

   Frank: Feel that dick locked up. That dick belongs to me now, slave.

   Michael: Yes, Sir. You own it.

   Frank: That's right, bitch. And I own you too. You're going to become the perfect slave, aren't you?

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: And do anything and everything I ask just as you wanted, right, slave?

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Because you know what's going to happen if you don't?

   Michael: What, Sir?

   Frank: Check your email...

I open my inbox to find an email from containing shots of me from the webcam. Naked in my restraints and chastity device and the writing on my chest and stomach is clear as day. Superimposed on top is my driver's license.

   Frank: See those photos of you. Would be pretty fucking embarrassing if they showed up at a few of your local bars, wouldn't it, slave?

   Michael: Yes, Sir... VERY EMBARRASSING.

   Frank: That's right, bitch. You wanted me to control you and now I do.

He obviously remembered that I'm a "closet kinkster." No one knows about my interests except for people I play with of course. So spreading these images around would be social suicide for me. I would be way too embarrassed to show my face anywhere. He definitely does have me "by the balls" that's for sure.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: I own you slave and I'm going to completely control your life and there's nothing you can do about it, unless you want those photos posted.

   Michael: Yes, Sir.

   Frank: Damn right, slave. Get the key to the lock around the collar and grab another numbered plastic lock. (How many do you have left?)

   Michael: Yes, Sir... I think there are four left, Sir.

I get up and get the key and lock.

   Frank: Hold the lock up so I can see the number.

Again I hold the lock up close enough to the camera so he can read it.

   Frank: Ok, slave, replace the lock on the collar with the plastic lock.

I grab the key and unlock the padlock and replace it with the plastic lock and snap it shut.

   Michael: It's locked on, Sir.

   Frank: Turn around and show me...

I turn and show him, pulling on it so he can see it's locked.

   Frank: How does it feel, boy?

   Michael: Feels good, Sir.

   Frank: I'm going to order and ship a bag of those plastic locks, because you're going to be spending a lot of time locked in your gear.

   Michael: Hot, Sir!

   Frank: Figured this would be the best way to control you long distance.

   Michael: Yes, Sir. Excellent way!

   Frank: Good. Before you go to bed tonight, I want you to send an email to me with your normal work schedule and what you do during a typical week. Friends, grocery shopping, chores, watch TV, etc.

   Michael: Yes, Sir... will start as soon as we're done.

   Frank: Speaking of which, I need to get to bed, gotta be up early. And I want you up and at your computer at 8am for inspection. You can take the restraints off when you feel like it.

   Michael: Yes, Sir... and Thank You, Sir. Sleep well.

   Frank: Good night, boy.

   Michael: Goodnight, Sir.

I sit back in my chair and can't believe all of that just happened. That turned out much better than I thought it would. Although I'm not too crazy about the blackmail, but it definitely works as a means to force me. My dick throbs inside its cage when I think of all the possibilities. And it was so hot that he decided to lock my collar on me for the night as well. Anyway, I stop my daydreaming and get the email typed out and sent to him.

Feeling a bit tired, I decide to head to bed. Unfortunately, my caged dick isn't going to make it easy to sleep. I wake up several times during the night from the pain.