The replacement

Author: steelbelted
Title: The replacement.
Date: 27 April 2018

I met him on Recon. He was handsome, about 15 years older than me. He was my ideal man. I fell in love with him immediately by site alone. But he was married. I didn’t ask him about his husband. Although I figured if he was playing, he must have been unhappy or felt unfulfilled with his married life. After all, isn’t that why all guys cheat?

I was single. Never married. Although I desired the idea of being married. Especially to an handsome, older guy who was a natural dominant. A guy that wanted a boy in his life to drag down into the dungeon during our free time. This guy would not be him, but any bondage play I could get out of him would make the sacrifice worth it in the meanwhile.

We lived a little over an hour away from each other but had never had the opportunity to get together. We often sent chat messages back and forth asking about availability. He was a busy guy and his schedule was harder to work with than my typical Monday to Friday 8 to 4 job.

Finally, we were able to connect while I was on vacation. He had a well deserved day off and we agreed to meet on a Friday. I was excited. I had been seeking out play partners for awhile but this guy seemed to have real experience as a dom and a sub. He listed himself as 50/50. His pictures on recon had him as a prisoner, in shackles and obviously having a good time. We had agreed that the beginning of our play date would be him experiencing my strait jacket and a hood that he owned that he wanted to wear for a little bit. He then said the rest of the time would be for me to be his boy.

That morning arrived and he sent me a message. At first I was hoping he wasn’t going to cancel...and he didn’t! Phew! He asked me more about my bondage interests and what I would want him to do to me while in heavy bondage. I replied that as long as I’m cock teased, maybe achieving an orgasm, being told I’m his boy or prisoner I would be content. I did mention that I had some poppers to enhance the scene if he wanted to use them. That seemed to interest him as well. He ended the message by saying he would be leaving in about a half an hour…

Finally the moment arrived and he followed the directions I gave him and knocked on my door. He had a huge smile on his face as he gave me a hug. Damn he was handsome. He carried a large bag of gear into the door and asked me where we would be playing. I had him follow me into my bedroom.

I noticed his wedding band on his left hand. I always had a thing for married guys. I’m not sure if it was just the ring itself or what it stood for. Or perhaps the fact that someone cared enough for him to give it to him and asked him to wear it to show a commitment.

I must have been staring at his hand for two long because he noticed this. He lifted his left hand and began to twirl his ring with his right hand.

“You like married guys huh?” He asked.

“I do. Although I wish you were not. As I sit here looking at you, I wish you were not married so that I would have a chance at being with you.” I replied.

“Well, maybe that can be arranged.”

He took his ring off and set it on the dresser next to us. “Now you don’t have to worry about it for the time being.” He said.

We both began to strip. What I saw next shocked me as I was not expecting it. My friend was wearing a heavy Carrara chastity belt. It looked good on him. I must have been staring again because he then said to me, “Oh, did I not tell you about the belt? It’s not so much my belt but it belongs to my husband. He bought it for me to wear. As it’s not my property I can’t destroy it. Don’t worry, I was given special permission today to unlock it and have some fun.”

He took out a sealed envelope and then ripped it open. Inside was a key that he used to free himself from the confines of the steel masterpiece. My eyes didn’t leave his crotch during the unlocking process. I was now hard just looking at it.

He saw me and laughed. “Perhaps you should be the one in the belt, from what I’m seeing there.” He pointed to my dick while still holding the belt in his hands. “I don’t suppose you’d...want to try it on….would you? We appear to be roughly the same size. I’m sure it would fit you for the time being.”

He said this with a coy and slow cadence. He was sort of looking at the floor yet looking at me with the side of his eye at the same time. Yet he had one hand on his newly freed dick at the same time.

“Absolutely.” I would love to wear that belt.

“Then come here.” He ordered.

I took a couple steps forward and he grabbed a hold of my dick and squeezed. His hands were rough, calloused and almost felt like sandpaper on my dick. That sensation along was enough to get me to loose my hard on. He simultaneously began to wrap the belt around my waist and gave me a deep kiss. I was in heaven. The kiss was quick but he then looked down and quickly fixed the belt around my waist, bringing the front plate up and lead my dick into the tube. I could smell the faint smell of precum and urine coming from the belt. This began to arouse me. He fed the waist belt into the front shield and found a setting that worked for me and my stocky waist. He was right, this did fit me well. Although I was a bit heavier than him, the belt still looked and felt good on me.

Finally, he pressed the lock down and I heard that infamous “click” sound. He stepped back and looked at me, grabbing his dick and stroking it more and more. “Why don’t you fully take on my role, “Pick up my wedding ring there and put it on. You can be the married chaste guy today. Would you like that?”

I look over at the ring. It’s gold, heavy, thick. I pick it up and slide it onto my finger. It it snug but it fits. I never thought I would feel this way, but I begin to get hard but the chastity belt effectively holds me captive.

While I was putting on the ring, he picked up his cell phone and asks, “Can I get a few pictures of you wearing my husbands gear?”

I nod and give the okay. I gave him a few poses. He gave me instructions to make sure the ring could be seen while my hands were on my hips, or touching the belt, grabbing the front shield, etc.

After he was finished taking a bunch of pictures, he told me to turn around. I did so and shortly after I felt handcuffs snap onto my wrists. I was pushed forward onto the bed with my ass up in the air. I was overjoyed at the amount of control I was experiencing. In the background I heard a few more pictures being taken and the infamous sound of text messages being sent away. I didn’t care, I was in heaven.

“I haven’t been out of that belt in months. I hope you’re ready for this because I am going to take every opportunity to enjoy it.” He said with a confident and sexy tone.

While my ass was in the air, he climbed on top and proceeded to breed me. He used the belt for leverage, he used the handcuffs as leverage...all the while he cam multiple times in my ass. I was in ecstasy. I wasn’t able to cum but as I felt him pump into my ass and my cock struggling to get free, I finally was experiencing what it felt like to be a sub, to be controlled, to belong to someone.

For the next few hours, we continued to play. I experienced bondage that I had never had. I was in hoods, cuffs, collars, straitjackets. He used every opportunity to orgasm that he had. It was clear he was making up for lost time. Finally, he released me from the final piece of gear and began to pack up. I was cleaning off in the bathroom and I when I returned to the bedroom I saw my friend all packed up and dressed. He opened his arms and I walked forward and received a big hug and another amazing kiss.

“Thank you for an amazing time today.” But shouldn’t you have waited to get dressed after you put your chastity belt back on.” I asked.

“Oh no. See I’m not putting that back on. In fact, my husband has given me an order. You are going to replace me.”

“I’m what?” I said. My voice’s pitch elevated.
“Yes. See I sent him photos of you wearing my ring and his belt. He has decided that you look much better in them than I did and he wants you to take my place. See we were never legally married. The ring and the belt were only symbols. He has seen your other photos and we agreed that upon our meeting today if everything went as well as he had hoped, I would be released of my contract and you would become my replacement.” He stated.

I was shocked and dumbfounded.

“So I’m going to go, I wouldn’t attempt to destroy the belt as he has all of the photos of you in the various predicaments you were in today, especially those of you only wearing the belt and ring. So be a good boy and wait for his contact and instructions. I hope you are able to find a replacement sooner than I did. When I said I was in that belt for months...I meant it. Enjoy.”

He then grabbed his bag and walked out the door. As I stood there wondering what I had just gotten myself into.