Reliance - Part 2

Author: greenbrownblue
Title: Reliance - Part 2
Date: 04 May 2007

Part 2

There were more restraints on me when I woke up. While my ankles and wrists were still firmly locked down with leather cuffs, several additional thick leather belts were now stretched across my body in various locations; these included across my chest, abdomen, thighs, and calves. I felt cold as I was no longer in the warm comfort of Duluth’s room. Instead, I was in a small sterile off-white painted institutional room. Instead of lying comfortably on Duluth’s cotton sheets, I was stuck on some heavy institutional light green vinyl mattress. Worse, I was completely naked. My cock and balls were completely exposed.

I began hearing someone approaching from the outside and the locks in the door being manipulated. To my relief, in walked Duluth.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

He only smiled and walked towards me stopping to the side of my legs.

“Duluth?” I asked.

“Shhhhhh,” he responded as he grabbed on to my easily accessible exposed cock and let it flop harshly on to the leather belt that stretched just below my belly button. It was odd how the only thing my body could feel was the inner buttery soft leather of the cuffs and belts, except for my cock, which at that moment was the only thing that was able to touch the outside of the restraints. The outside of the belt my cock landed on was course and hard. It hurt and I felt humiliated. I struggled to sit up as well as to reach my cock to move it from the harsh leather belt, but the leather restraints held me firmly in place.

Un-expectantly, Duluth then grabbed hold of my balls and yanked them downwards away from my body. He released them only to start jerking me off.

“Duluth, stop,” I requested.

He took no notice and used his other hand to once again cup my balls and yank them down.

“Duluth!” I said louder while still trying to sit up. The leather belt weighed heavy on my chest.

My shouting only made him increase the speed of his jerking.

I began to thrash around hysterically and cry out for him to stop. To my amazement, someone heard my pleas for help because the door started to open. In walked a man I had not seen before. He was blonde and muscled. He was short and sturdy and dressed completely in white.

“What are you doing, Duluth?” he asked surprisingly.

Unlike the times Duluth’s father had caught him jerking me off in which Duluth had quickly let go of me, this time Duluth’s hand stayed wrapped around my cock. He did however slow the pace of his jerking.

“Anderson, I’m just having some fun,” Duluth finally commented.

Anderson’s sense of urgency dissipated as he slowly moved over to Duluth and I. Anderson stood directly behind Duluth and slowly leaned his hand over Duluth’s shoulder. His large hand made contact with Duluth’s forearm, which began to shake more and more back and forth as he increased the speed of jerking me. His hand followed down Duluth’s arm until he finally clasped around Duluth’s fist. His clasp was gentle at first but soon I could feel the added pressure of his hand over Duluth’s hand over my dick. I bucked up in response to try to get them off of me; however, my bucking only matched the rhythmic upward jerk. Their hands quickly moved down the length of my shaft. As they moved their hands back up my shaft, I then tried to press myself deep in to the mattress; but this movement too only reinforced their actions as their hands followed the downward movement of my hips by pressing firmly down along the length of my cock. Moving up or down did nothing but contribute to the masturbation.

I decided to move to the side or back and forth but their hands stayed locked on me. I ended up only causing my dick to ache further as it experienced added pressures on its sides from my shifting.

Finally, Anderson whispered in Duluth’s ear to “ease up” and I could feel Duluth’s hand lessening its grip.

“I need you to get something in the cabinet for me,” Anderson requested as Duluth’s hand fully left my cock. For a moment my cock was free. But in a split second, I felt Anderson’s hand fully clasp my dick and hold it firmly. His skin was much fleshier than Duluth’s and his grip was solid. I almost shot up then and there. The movements of his hand were much more sensational than Duluth’s. He was a pro.

Duluth opened up the cabinet and glanced over puzzled.

“The flask,” Anderson clarified.

Duluth grabbed the flask and walked back over to us.

“If you are going to do this shit, you need it justified,” Anderson said.

As Duluth walked back over to me, Anderson slowly yanked my cock upwards in a firm movement. He let his fist go all the way up and off my dick. Before my dick could fully fall back down on to my tummy, Duluth grabbed hold and began jerking me slowly.

Anderson moved towards the door and said, “We need that flask full for testing. I’ll put it as a doctor request in his chart. I’ll just sneak it in with the current order that is calling for his transfer.”

Anderson then added, “Oh - One last thing, we should always be using the inhibitor with all patients especially for this kind of stuff.”

He then moved over to the side of my bed near my head and tooled around with some contraption. He pulled a small black piece with a hose attached to its end towards my head and ordered for me to open up. I shook my head no and closed my mouth. He simply clasped my nose shut with the solid fingers that had been jerking me off. He then flipped on a switch and a motor started that sounded like a light vacuum. It sounded like the suction instrument that I had so often seen in dentists’ offices. Within seconds I needed air and opened my mouth. With my nose still clamped, he pressed the black piece in to my mouth and pushed it at my tongue. The black piece suctioned my tongued towards it. I tried to hold my tongue away from it, but the internal vacuum in the black piece was too strong. Soon the black piece encapsulated my tongue and held it firmly inside its soft internal pocket. The suctioning stayed constant ensuring my tongue would stay there. I tried yanking it out so badly but this only made my tongue begin to ache. The vacuum won out. Anderson now let my nose breathe and I tried to talk. The piece would not let me make any words as it hit the sides and top of my mouth that I needed my tongue to hit in order to form words. The only thing I could emit from my mouth was the soft squishing sound the plastic piece made against the insides of my mouth. This faint sound could not be heard over the vacuum’s light buzz.

By the time Anderson finally left the room, Duluth had worked my cock in to a frenzy that almost matched the nearly instant orgasm the single touch of Anderson’s hand had given me. Just as I was about to cum, I convulsed in to an extreme frenzy. The feelings Duluth was causing inside of my body felt like feelings I should be in control of. Having them peak against my will was a sign of powerlessness and I was determined for Duluth to stop no matter how euphoric my body was gyrating. But the leather restraints and Duluth’s leathery supple hand were no match for me. My hips automatically launched forward and pulses shot up from my balls to my dick. Creamy syrup erupted from my shaft and filled the flask like a milky smoothie from the tasty freeze.

“That’s it,” Duluth cheered. “I got you good.”

The flask was full; my cream ran over its edges.

“I’ve been trying to do that forever,” Duluth expelled. “Finally!”

It was all I could do to just lay in exhaustion as he set the flask on the counter next to the cabinet.

He then switched off the inhibitor suckling on my tongue and reached in to his pocked and pulled out a flat key.

“I’ll undo you now bud. Don’t be mad at me; I had to keep you restrained ‘cause I was getting so frustrated at never really being able to fully milk ya.”

Duluth slid the key in the cuff at my right wrist and the metal clasp popped off. He then struggled with both of his hands to remove the leather belting up off the mushroom headed prong, which had previously been capped by the metal clasp. Once the belt was fully loose, I was able to peal my wrist away from the now sticky warm cuff and in to the icy air of the room. As he began unlocking my other wrist, I used my free hand to try to push out the inhibitor that was still stuck on my tongue. It popped off harshly leaving a trial of saliva. I then began to unbuckle the leather belt over my chest. Surprisingly, there was no locking mechanism on it and I slid the belt away from my chest. By this time, Duluth had finished un-strapping my left wrist and I began unbuckling my abdomen strap. The door once again opened and in walked Anderson. He was carrying a brown and orange leather strait jacket.

Scared, I instantly sat up to unbuckle the belt that ran across my thighs.

“What’s that for?” asked Duluth.

Taking little notice to my increased freedom, Anderson answered, “Your dad wants him transported to another room remember?”

As Duluth was taking in the site of the strait jacket, I got the final belt off of me that had been wrapped around my calves. I then reached to my ankle cuffs, which contained the same locking devices as my wrists. I needed Duluth to unlock them.

“I’ve never seen a jacket like this one before,” Duluth puzzled.

“Yeah, it’s a new model we just got. The arms go through additional loops in the front and there is some kind of crotch holder up-front,” Anderson responded. “I’m actually not entirely sure how it works.”

Duluth’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached out and grabbed hold of the thick orange and brown leather. His fingers firmly massaged it revealing its thickness. The leather creaked against itself and Duluth’s fingers.

“Dang, glad I was never in one of these,” Duluth exclaimed.

“You shouldn’t have let him up,” ordered Anderson as he neared me.

“Err,” Duluth stuttered. “I was just undoing him to help him to that other room.”

My hands were on my leather ankle cuffs fumbling with their locking mechanisms. Anderson butted his hands up against the leather cuffs and my hands. In effect, his hands forced my hands away from the locking mechanisms and to the sides of the cuffs. It was a rude gesture to say the least. He dominantly pressed on the locking mechanisms and tugged on the cuffs. It was as if he was making sure they were all locked up in to place; although, it felt like he had already known I was not going to get them off and was instead exerting a show of dominance over me. Not only could I not get the leather cuffs off, but I couldn’t stop him from pushing me around.

For the first time he fully seemed to acknowledge me as a person by looking me straight in the eye. He instructed, “I want you to cooperate with me. Lay back down on to the mattress and I will put you back in to your bed restraints.” Having him look at me directly in the eye and give such a direct order made me weak.

It was hard for me to build enough will to protest either physically or verbally. Finally, I was able to submissively exert, “I’m not supposed to be locked up here. It was a mistake.”

He showed no signs of sympathy or understanding. He simply raised his hands at chest level and eased them towards me saying: “Easy. Cooperate and benefit. Lay back down nice and easy and I won’t put the inhibitor in you.”

I hated that thing in my mouth and I liked the idea of being able to speak so I could try to further explain my situation. I knew he could easily force me back down; at least by cooperating, I’d be able to talk. He must have noticed a glimmer of my considering his idea because he said, “That’s it. Just lay back down. That’s all you have to do.”

“You promise you won’t put that thing in me?” I asked.

He was slow to answer, which almost showed that he felt he didn’t have to answer.

“You have my word that I won’t put the inhibitor in you,” he finally promised.

His right hand made contact with my chest and I allowed its steady pressure guide my back flat down on to the mattress. Still exerting pressure on my chest, he used his other hand to begin reattaching one of the wrist cuffs. Finally, he released pressure off of my chest in order to use both hands to properly tug and lock the cuff around me. He quickly locked my other wrist back in to place as well. I noticed they were both tighter than originally. Once my wrists were now locked in, his demeanor changed significantly. He seemed to return to treating me not as a person but as an object. He didn’t appear to be going to sooth me to cooperate any longer as he now had me flat and locked. He applied the belts across my chest, tummy, thighs, and calves with brute force and with lack of compassion. I resented cooperating with him although I was glad to not have to deal with the mouth piece.

Meanwhile, Duluth was still holding the strait jacket trying to figure it out. Anderson turned to him and said, “Well, any luck with it?”

Duluth’s concentration on the jacket was so heavy that I wondered if he had even heard Anderson, who continued, “I really need to know how it works before I transfer Tyler in to it.”

Anderson was talking about me as if I was not even there.

Duluth’s eyes raced around the entire jacket. He tried examining the new features in the front and towards the crotch, but the jacket seemed to be too large and complex to totally understand them.

Anderson interrupted, “Will you help me out bud? If I got the jacket on you somewhat, it would help me figure out what belts go to what buckles.”

“Right … right,” Duluth agreed with his eyes locked on the jacket trying to figure out left from right, top from bottom, and back from front.

Anderson moved closer to Duluth and gently rested his hands on Duluth’s waist. “Let’s get your shirt off so we’ve got less ‘stuff’ to deal with. Tyler will be going in to it naked. It’ll help us if you’re similar,” Anderson explained.

I was shocked at Duluth’s refusal to question Anderson. Duluth was so transfixed with the jacket that I wasn’t even sure he noticed that Anderson was gently yanking his shirt up off over his supplely sculpted abs and vulnerable nipples. Duluth had both his hands clenched on to the jacket and it seemed as though he was beginning to register in his mind that his shirt was coming off. I got the odd impression that he was struggling with the choice between being able to keep holding the jacket or having to let go to be able to try to stop his shirt from coming off. The mysterious orange and brown leather folds won as Anderson guided Duluth’s t-shirt up over his head and down along his arms. Anderson was able to pry Duluth’s hands one by one away from the jacket to slip his shirt off of his arms.

Scared of the spell the jacket was exerting over Duluth, I asked, “Duluth, you’re not going to let him put you in that – are you?”

There was the slightest pause in Duluth’s manner that gave me hope he had heard me, but it instantly faded as he struggled to find the sleeve holes in the jacket.

“Duluth!” I shouted.

This time he must have felt the urgency in my voice because the spell was broken and he looked up at me. Before I could continue, Anderson pressed a sleeve hole up to Duluth’s hand. Duluth’s body responded immediately. His head jerked down to gaze at the sleeve and he instantly shoved his naked arm in to the hole. I could see his body shut down in to relaxation as the buttery leather began to cloak his body.

Anderson hit a small switch on the wall near the door and then guided the other sleeve towards Duluth’s other hand.

“Duluth, he’s going to strap you in that you know!” I shouted.

But Duluth did not pay any attention to me. As Anderson began looping the brown leather back straps of the jacket, the door opened and in walked another man that I had also never seen before. Like Anderson, he was muscled and dominant, although he had brown hair. He paid no attention to Anderson or Duluth and simply switched off the device that Anderson must have used to signal for him. The guy neared me as I was still shouting at Duluth.

The guy grabbed on to the inhibitor, flipped the switch to begin the suctioning, and guided the black plastic piece towards my mouth.

“Hey, Anderson promised not to put that on me,” I screamed.

The guy cocked his head and turned to look at Anderson. “This true?” he asked.

Anderson was busy quickly finishing the buckles up the back of Duluth and did not respond. Duluth was fumbling around with his fully coated arms and struggling to figure out the additional straps in the front.

“Lying is only going to make things harder on yourself,” the guy said to me.

I again shouted about how I was not lying and that Anderson had made me a deal.

In contrast to my shouting, the guy softly asked Anderson again. Even if Anderson had not been so focused on restraining Duluth, I doubted he would have heard it.

The guy clamped my nose and I was forced to open my mouth. The inhibitor quickly caught my tongue and I jerked my crotch upward in frustration and defiance. I had allowed Anderson to restrain me without a fight for nothing. They had tricked me and yet Anderson had kept his promise: he didn’t put the inhibitor on me. He had only allowed someone else to do it for him.

My anger quickly quadrupled when Anderson now choose to speak to the guy. “Ross, do you know anything about these new jackets? We’re trying to figure out the new arm and crotch restraints,” Anderson asked.

“Oh sure,” Ross responded as he neared Duluth. “The arms cross over like normal,” he began as he forced Duluth’s arms in to a hugging position. Anderson immediately buckled them in the rear. Ross continued, “Then, this strap fits snug around the front of the arms vertically.” He tugged it tightly and buckled it. “This one goes around the arms horizontally. And these two run diagonally,” he added. I wasn’t able to fully focus on what straps were going where but soon I saw a mess of brown leather straps in the front of Duluth’s now hidden body. I could barely make out his orange covered arms under the plethora of brown thick leather straps holding them down in all directions at Duluth’s front. Since the panels of the strait jacket were orange, Duluth looked like an abstracted pumpkin. I felt so sad for him. Yet, Duluth’s manner was subdued; his eyes fully focused on still trying to figure out all the front straps. Even fully buckled, their pattern confused him.

I was expecting Anderson to ask Ross about the rest of the jacket but they stopped talking to each other. They both began working as if they both knew exactly how the jacket worked. Ross simply began undoing Duluth’s pants and slid them down. Anderson firmly hugged Duluth from behind. Duluth didn’t put up a fight, but Anderson was preemptively holding Duluth firmly in his controlled hug. Ross then slid down Duluth’s boxers exposing Duluth’s beautiful cock and balls. Duluth was fully hard and Anderson dropped his hand down to yank and squeeze it.

Ross then guided an orange leather like pouch that dangled from the jacket in the front. It fit snugly over Duluth’s balls. A second layered pouch wrapped around Duluth’s cock. Straps tightened the pouches and layers of leather together. Duluth’s package had been separated. His balls were wrapped tightly in thick leather and his cock was wrapped tightly in leather above them. His cock-head peered out a hole towards the top. Ross and Anderson quickly restrained two straps that went around Duluth’s crotch on either side of his package. The straps were pulled tight. I could tell they must be riding up Duluth’s ass crack. They caused Duluth’s cock and ball sheaths to ride up as well. His cock and balls were fully objectified and on complete perked-up display. Ross gently grabbed hold of Duluth’s leather covered ball-sack and squeezed. The sound of leather squishing against leather squishing against skin resounded. Anderson grabbed hold of Duluth’s leather covered cock and gently rubbed it. Anderson said, “This jacket makes it easy for us to do to you, what you’ve been doing to Tyler.”

Duluth finally appeared to register what was going on. Slowly he began to struggle. Finally I could sense a frantic state take over his body as he began to thrash and flail around. It was only then that I could finally fully understand the complex jacket. Every strap and leather layer worked efficiently and harshly to control every movement Duluth attempted. He was stuck.

Ross walked over to the cabinet and pulled out another flask. Anderson spoke, “Just relax ‘Luth, we’re just going to follow what’s been ordered in your chart.”

Ross added, “The new jackets made it real easy.”

Anderson began stroking Duluth again while saying, “There’s an order for a full sample from Tyler too, right?”

Holding up the flask to the light to exam the printed measurement increments, Ross huffed, “uh, huh.”

Anderson firmly held Duluth in place from behind and rhythmically increased the speed of stroking Duluth’s leather covered cock. Duluth squirmed, but the thick leather pouches so firmly embraced his cock and balls, that he was immobilized from veering away from the strong prodding hands of Anderson. The crotch straps underneath the pouches continued to hold his packages up away from his body ensuring they were easily accessible to Anderson’s hands.

Ross now turned to the over-flowing flask sitting on the counter that Duluth had filled.

“Is this Ty’s?” he asked Anderson.

Duluth oddly stopped struggling and proudly piped, “Yeah, I filled that all up from Tyler.”

Anderson shook his head back and forth: “We can’t be sure whose it is; could even be both of theirs.”

Duluth struggled in heightened frustration from being denounced. Ross turned the flask upside down causing my syrup to drain in to the sink.

Like Duluth, I too began to struggle in panic. Neither of us made any progress.

“Don’t worry,” Ross smiled at us, “It won’t be hard to get more.”