Singing for my supper

Author: bikemate69
Title: Singing for my supper
Date: 16 October 2004

SINGING FOR MY SUPPER.

It was almost midnight as Billy crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His eyes stung as the last plume of smoke coiled towards his face. He had spent the evening surfing the cybersex channels and was just about to call it a night. He had talked with dozens of men this evening on the web and had shared fantasies which he never dreamt he could discuss with his circle of friends. Although he was feeling tired, his cock told him otherwise. Outside, through the noise of the rain, he heard the low growl of a motorbike. " At last" he thought, "That must be the Pizza guy".

Almost on cue the doorbell rang. Billy flicked off the computer, and as he walked towards the door he could hear the screen sigh as the static slowly ebbed and the room was left in semi-darkness. The light from the fireplace was barely enough for him to find his way to the hallway. The streetlight outside cast a long silhouette of a man through the panes of the front door. He fumbled for the light switch but couldn't find it . The black shape moved from side to side in a bid to avoid the rain. " Special delivery" said a voice from the other side of the door.

As Billy opened the latch, the wind blew the door open, the courier fell through into the hallway. "What a bloody awful night" he said. "Thank God that this is my last delivery , I'm soaked to the skin." His voice sounded rough but friendly. "Come through to the living room," said Billy "you can warm by the fire while I find my wallet." He found the switch for the lamp and then stood back to allow the courier to walk towards the fire.

The guy was a monolith of black leather, standing a good four inches taller than Billy. The crystal droplets of rain that covered his tight black leathers glinted like hard silver studs. Billy tossed him a towel and the courier began to dry himself. The rain drops fell in cascades from his long, lean legs and as he rubbed, the firm leather squeaked in protest. He lifted the visor of his crash helmet and turned towards Billy. "Do you mind if I take this off for a minute?" Through the visor Billy saw two piercing green eyes and decided that he wanted to see what was under the protective shell. "Be my guest." he said and the courier undid his chin strap. He grimaced as he pulled off the helmet, revealing a perfect white smile. To Billy's delight, when the helmet was removed, the courier had a zero crop with just the merest hint of a five o'clock shadow. There was an awkward pause and then Billy laughed and said "Snap", pointing to his own head which was freshly shaved that morning.

The courier grinned and said "I love the way people react to my appearance sometimes. When I arrive at their door dressed head to toe in leather it kind of freaks them out, but when I pull off my helmet and they see the shaved head, they think that I’m about to fucking kill them! It's funny but the main reason why I shave it is for the feeling that you get when your head first touches the pillow after a really close shave. The skin is almost hyper-sensitised, it drives me wild."

Billy nodded.... "Mind you, what about the feeling that you get the very first time that you do it. Your hand is trembling as you flick the switch and start the blades. You feel that recoil as they jump to life and the pitch of the buzzing changes as they first hit your scalp. You see your hair drop to your feet as you run the clippers from the front of your head to the back. When you’ve finished, you look in the mirror and think “Fuck… what have I done!” You've reached the point of no return and you’re committed to a decision you made on impulse. You have to go out the next morning and face the world. I remember opening my front door and walking down the road thinking everyone was staring at me. They were in fact..... not to point and laugh or call names but because they saw me as some kind of threat. I’ve actually had people cross the road to avoid confronting me!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean" said the courier "But don't you get off on that?"

"I suppose in a way I do " replied Billy, surprised by his candour. "Have you ever had a lover shave your head for you? I can honestly say that it is one of the most erotic things that I have ever experienced. I had a hard-on for hours after it!!" They both laughed . "Listen that rain is still pretty bad out there, you're welcome to stay for a while, until it eases off."
"The name's Michael and, according to the delivery slip, yours is Billy." he said as extended his arm and shook Billy's hand.
"Damn, I almost forgot to pay you for the pizza." said Billy reaching for his wallet. He felt a hand on his arm.
"Call it my treat." said Michael "It's the least I can do for you for letting me stay. Anyway I'll think of some way to make you sing for your supper!"

Billy went to the kitchen to fetch some beer and returned to find Michael peeling off his leathers.
" I hope you don't mind but these things are soaked through and I need to dry out a bit. " said Michael. "Don't worry I've something on underneath. " he smirked.

Billy was disappointed on two counts. Firstly, the guy looked amazing in his tight leathers, like some kind of Uberman from a Tom of Finland drawing. Secondly, and worst of all, he was dressed underneath. His frown changed to a startled expression when Michael peeled away the leathers to reveal that he was dressed from ankle to chin in a skin of rubber. Tight, shinny and black, it clung to his body as if it were his own skin. It almost had a fluid form that showed off the wearer's body to perfection. It exaggerated Michael's movements, which were almost cat-like. His torso, painted in black liquid sex, resembled an android it was so perfect. He was solid, yet the rubber's ability to mimic his every sinew was incredible. Billy stood for a moment and scanned the image in front of him. He didn't want to miss an inch of Michael's body. Finally he blurted out "That's some outfit man, you sure meant it when you said that you like to shock people!! "

Michael smiled and said " This is one most people don't see.... I wear this for myself. When you talked about sensations and feelings of empowerment I wanted you to experience this. Come closer and touch it. It doesn't bite you know!"

Billy hesitated, he could feel his heart racing and his cock harden with every step he took. Gently and cautiously he reached out his hand and touched Michaels chest. It was as if he could sense an electric current racing through his fingers. The hairs on his back bristled and he almost hissed as he drew a deep breath. His eyes closed involuntarily as his fingertips traced the outline of Michael's erect nipples. Suddenly embarrassed at his own growing erection, he quickly pulled his hand away. He did not know if the guy was gay or not - but how many straight guys would invite him to do what he had just done?

Michael looked down at Billy's crotch and mocked, "If just touching this can do so much for you, can you imagine what it feels like to wear it? If you like I've got some toys in my bag, we can take this a stage further.... just say the word.." In almost a dreamlike state Billy said 'yes' and Michael began to take his shirt off.

Michael placed his arm on Billy's shoulder and gently pushed him to his knees. He approached from behind with something black and shinny in his hand. Billy felt a little pressure on his forehead and then felt the snap of the rubber over his face. He expected it to feel slimy but it felt taut as it moulded over his startled face. He could smell the intoxicating aroma of the rubber as Michael laced the mask tightly down the back of his head and wound a long strap around his neck, which he fastened with a small buckle. There were holes at the mouth and nose and zippers at the eyeholes. His ears were covered and it distorted Michael's voice a little but he could still hear him clearly enough. Michael inserted two small grommets through the holes at the nose and a two small tubes were fitted through into Billy's nostrils. He then pushed a gag through the hole in the mouth. It was thick and long and Billy thought that he would choke with its girth as it edged it's way to the back of his throat. His mouth began to fill with the taste of rubber as Michael fastened straps at the back of his head that would hold the gag firmly in place. Billy tried biting down on the gag and sensed that it was hollow in the centre. He could feel his cock straining in his jeans and, instinctively, his hand reached down to relieve it. He felt Michael's hand on his wrist, pulling it away from his groin. He could feel the zip of his jeans being pulled down and Michael's hand exploring under his Calvin's.
"Want to explore a little more?" said Michael. Billy's head nodded in agreement while he pondered what would happened next...........

Michael withdrew his hand and started to undo Billy's belt. He opened the stud on the waistband of the jeans and with a sharp tug pulled both jeans and Calvin's down simultaneously as far as his ankles. Billy was startled by the sudden movement and made a faint whimper through the gag. Suddenly he was a little apprehensive about what was going on here. After all he had only met this guy ten minutes beforehand and here he was, standing almost naked in front of him. Anything could happen … The guy could be a psychopath, just waiting to disarm him, before he beat him up and robbed him. He wanted to stop this now but he could feel his dick standing to attention, betraying his exhilaration.

Michael guided Billy to the edge of the coffee table and motioned for him to sit down. When he saw Billy's 14 hole Doc. Marten's, he decided to leave them on and struggled to pull the jeans and Calvin's over them. Reaching into his bag, he took out two sets of thick leather manacles. The first set he attached tightly round Billy's wrists and the second set was buckled over the boots at the ankles. He cleared the remaining items from the coffee table and told Billy to lie back on it. Michael used thick strips of leather to tie the D rings on the manacles to the four stout legs of the table. Then he pulled out what looked like a pair of rubber chaps with a cock and ball harness attached to the belt. He applied talc to Billy's legs in long sweeping strokes. The sensation was nearly sending Billy's cock over the edge. He could see the first stings of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock. Michael gripped Billy's balls and gave them a painful squeeze. "Not yet… relax… there's plenty more for us to try before I'm going to let that happen." He dragged Billy's foreskin up and suddenly he felt a sharp pain as Michael attached a large Bulldog clip to the tip of his penis. The pain was excruciating and Billy tried to jump up to pull the clip off but found that he could no longer move his arms and legs. He nearly bit through the gag in his mouth, screaming at Michael to "Fucking stop this now!" He was powerless to resist and was now regretting his stupidity for getting himself into this situation.

Michael placed a bottle of poppers under Billy's nose and, slowly, as the pain began to subside and his erection began to diminish, Michael removed the clip from his cock. "Calm Down Billy!" he said. "You may experience a little discomfort but I assure you that by the end of our session you'll be begging for more!" Billy was still breathing heavily as Michael slipped the chaps over his legs and fastened the press studs down the sides. They felt cold and heavy and they quivered as Michael adjusted the straps tightly around his ankles. He pulled Billy's pubic hair to indicate that he wanted him to raise his groin just high enough to enable the belt of the harness to be slipped around his waist.

Next he fitted the front ring of the harness over Billys cock and balls and tightened the strap to the waistband of the chaps. The ring seemed to have a doughnut of soft rubber over the metal core with fine wire attached. Billy watched as Michael took a thick Butt plug and covered it with lubricant. As he brought it closer, Billy could see another wire attached to the base of the plug. Michael twisted the plug as his pushed it into Billy's hole. At first Billy thought that it would tear him in two, but slowly it sank in past the sphincter and, with an audible pop, settled into place. Michael pushed the base of it through the ring in the back of the harness and tightened a buckle to ensure that the muscles in Billy's ass could not expel it.

Michael took a double length of rope and passed it under the coffee table. He brought the looped end across Billy's waist and passed the two loose ends through it and tied it off under the table. The remaining pieces of rope were passed the length of the table and crisscrossed around his neck and the top of his head, immobilizing him completely. He then rubbed his hands over Billy's chest, which was covered with a thick carpet of black hair. "We're going to have to get rid of this!" he said grinning, "But I haven't time to shave it! I think I have a way to do the job a little faster.." He reached into the bag and took out a small pump action spray bottle and squirted it over Billy's chest. Even through the heady rubber scent of the breathing tubes, Billy thought that the smell of the liquid was familiar. He suddenly panicked at the realization that it was lighter fluid. He thrashed about in the bonds and was trying to scream through the gag as Michael produced his Zippo. Suddenly there was a Whoosh and bright flash and Billy felt the heat quickly build on his chest. There was a crackling sound for a couple of seconds and then Michael doused the flame with his leather glove. As he rubbed Billy's chest the carbonised hairs were brushed away, leaving him smooth, if a little red and tender on his chest. He could feel Billy's heart racing through the glove and quickly reached for the bottle of poppers to calm him down again.

Billy moaned through the haze of the poppers. Although he hadn't really felt any pain he kept saying over and over to himself "What have I done?" He now realized that he had bitten off a little more than he could chew, by inviting this guy in to the house. He knew that he was an idiot for allowing himself to be placed in such a dangerous scenario. He had foolishly invited this guy to completely disarm him. Unable to move in the bonds, he could do nothing to stop Michael. He couldn't even make himself understood with the gag in his mouth. But wasn't this exactly what he had been fantasizing about with the guys on IRC tonight?

He was suddenly aware of something being attached to his left nipple. He squinted to see through the zips at the eyeholes, but in such a prone position, he could only guess that it was a clamp. It was much stronger than the ones that he owned himself and already started to feel a little too painful for his liking. A few seconds later the right nipple received a similar assault, but as Michael was pulling away his hands, Billy noticed two more fine wires being drawn under the table. "What the hell are they for?" he pondered. Michael disappeared under the table and, when he stood up again, he was holding a small box about the size of a cigarette packet. "Have you ever seen a TENS machine?" Asked Michael. "Well tonight you're going to do more than see one…you're going to feel the pleasure and pain that this little magic box can deliver!! It may not look like very much, but let me assure you that many of the guys I've played with have underestimated its persuasive powers. A flick of a switch is usually enough to ensure that they comply with my wishes!!" Michael then moved towards Billy's head and slowly closed the eyehole zips on the mask. Now in the isolation of the darkness he could feel the beads of sweat building on his face. He felt helpless as, one by one, his senses were being manipulated. Thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to convince himself that he was dreaming all of this and would wake up in the morning, remembering fragments of a bizarre nightmare.

As Billy lay in the darkness he was aware that Michael was fitting something to the gag in his mouth. He was further distracted when he felt something attached to the tubes in his nose and the rushing noise accompanied by a sweet smell. It definitely wasn't poppers but already he was beginning to feel light headed. Even though he had never tried it, this had to be nitrous oxide or some other narcotic gas. He tried to breathe through his mouth to avoid breathing in the gas. Michael realised what he was doing and stuffed something into the end of the gag. This made Billy panic even more, and just made him suck the gas down even quicker than before. He started to feel as if he was drunk and his mind was drifting but then noticed a tickling feeling in his nipples. It felt as if they were being softly nibbled, but the sensation was too rapid for Michael to do this. It came in slow pulses, first soft, gradually building to a crescendo and then slowly fading away until he was barely aware of it again. It came again wave after wave, getting slightly stronger between each cadence. It felt like a piece of music … who knows he thought …maybe like Ravel's Bolero that would start slowly and quietly, building, until at the end of the piece, the melody thundered at the listener. It was pleasant at first, even taking his mind off the nipple clamps, but gradually it replaced their pain with that of another. Billy then felt something stir in his groin. It was the same strange nibbling sensation only this time it didn't feel as pleasant as it had on his nipples. Slowly it grew in strength until Billy was writhing in his bonds. He could feel his cock lengthen and it felt thicker and longer than it ever had. In the darkness he imagined that a ray of laser light was pulsing through the rubber root in his anus and culminated in a torch at the tip of his flaming penis. Slowly the pain in his nipples started to subside as he felt the eruptions in his groin spill over and over until his cock was milked and he slowly drifted into unconsciousness......

This is my first attempt at a story. If Eckie likes it enough to post it, I'll follow-up with a second instalment soon.