Waiting Ross #20

Unable to turn off his libido, Ross found himself smiling while driving home from Tim’s apartment. He was amused by the recollections of his conversation with Judy: the pretense that Tim was his boyfriend (as in equal partner), rather than simply his bondage pig (a rubber-encased, imprisoned thing that Ross controlled for his own pleasure). Judy had been chattering, going on and on, praising Tim’s work, especially his presentation at the company conference.

Judy said that, watching Tim give his speech, she had the impression he was focusing on every aspect of the project and considering details of every question. Focused indeed. If she only knew that details like a full rubber suit, butt-plug, and chastity, all locked in place under his clothes, were keeping him on topic. Ross was convinced that in addition to Tim’s tight, muscle-toned, flexible-gymnast body and stamina, it was Tim’s sharp mind that made him such a good bondage pig. Tim could play mind games with himself, focusing on the torment at hand, but then reach a state of acceptance, knowing that he was getting exactly what he needed: prolonged, heavy, immobile bondage, and total rubber encasement, with no choice but to endure and wait . . . wait for Ross. So far, Tim had handled pretty well Ross’s plan to steadily increase the intensity and duration of the rubber-sealed restraint and isolating confinement that Ross required.

That was the problem. Ross had definite plans to encase and bind his pig for the night. But now his pig, er……Tim, ill with flu according to Judy, was getting some much needed rest at home. Tim’s illness explained why Ross had not heard from Tim all day. Reluctant to disturb or wake up the sick pig if he were asleep, Ross had even slipped an envelope under Tim’s apartment door, to give him keys to his anal plug and rubber underwear in case they caused problems. But Ross was still in the mood for some play –– perhaps he just needed a temporary pig for the night.

At home, dinner and a nice glass of wine did nothing to take Ross’s mind off his original plans for the evening. For the past week, except for allowing Tim to work for three of those days, Ross had enjoyed almost unlimited access to him, and he had gotten used to it. Ross’s cock, accustomed to being fed constantly by thoughts of Tim’s encased and bound form locked away in the dungeon below, now felt deprived. Ross sensed a feeling of emptiness hanging over the house. Tim should be sealed, bound, and in storage for the night by now, so that Ross’s cock could pulse with the knowledge that his pig would be sweating and squirming in discomfort until morning. The pig would have to make up for that another time, Ross guessed.

Ross considered his options: Brad was out of town on business, and Ross wasn’t in the mood to contact any of the other pigs he knew would gladly serve him for the night. Even within his small circle of intense players, none of the bottoms were as Master-centered and slave-oriented as Tim, and Ross wasn’t in the mood for a known quantity as a substitute. Restless and not ready for sleep, aware that he had nothing urgent scheduled at work the following morning, Ross decided to see who was out and about. He dressed simply in a black T, tight denim, and boots. Always a magnet for men (and women, for that matter), he didn't want to draw attention to himself; rather, he preferred to eye the possibilities inconspicuously.

Ordinarily 10:00 would have been too early for anyone interesting to be at the local leather bar, but this was a weeknight, and if guys were out on the prowl, they would be out early.

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The bartender was the first to react. In a bar full of guys in T-shirts and jeans, the worn green flight suit stood out. The guy wearing it looked around the room, went directly to the bar, ordered a beer, and then just stood slightly to the side quietly surveying the room.

Ross looked him over. Sure the flight suit stood out, but there was something else. This was no military guy. Whatever was under that suit was black – and now that the light was right – shiny.

Rubber.

Ross had his mark.

Ross never cruised. Knowing he always got what he wanted, he was direct. Ross motioned to the guy to approach, and he immediately walked in Ross’ direction.

“Interesting suit.”

“Hi. My name’s Nick. Yeah, flight suits are comfortable.”

“I mean the rubber under it.”

The stranger grinned. “You noticed?”

“Yes, I did. I like guys in rubber. What else are you into?”

Trying for nonchalance in the face of the incredibly hot, masculine guy before him, Nick eyed Ross. Nick felt the sweaty rubber gripping his own cock and balls, thought for just a moment, and replied, “Tight, immobile bondage.”

Ross gave a quick, matter-of-fact response. “I can arrange that. How’d you get here?”

“Cab from the hotel.” Ross’s look drew out a further answer. “In town for business, a conference. Came by train. Always travel with some gear……never know when I might get a chance to use it. I have to come back in two weeks for a longer trip and thought I’d see if there were any bondage opportunities here.”

Ross smiled. “I can show you some opportunities……you up for play tonight?”

Incredulous, Nick answered without hesitating. “Sure.”

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Driving back to his place Ross planned what to do with his find. Tight, immobile bondage was what Nick wanted and what he would get.

But not in the dungeon. Ross wasn’t ready to introduce this stranger to his sanctuary. Besides, it wasn’t intended for one night players. The dungeon was for Tim, and a few other select bottoms who had earned bondage pig status.

Nick was horny. His hard dick was proof of that. They had walked to the hot guy’s truck, where his hands were cuffed behind his back and, once sitting in the passenger seat, shackles placed around his boots. Then, surprisingly, a rubber hood had been pulled quickly over his head, and he was gagged to top it off. This guy meant business! He hadn’t even offered to tell Nick his name! “Relax, the windows are tinted” was all he heard after the door closed. His dick was pushing hard against the rubber. Sure this was what he wanted, but who was this guy? What had he gotten himself into?

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Once back at his house, Ross decided not to stand on ceremony. He threw an extra mattress on the garage floor, in a work area normally reserved for John, and told Nick to walk straight ahead six steps. Ross enjoyed the clanking sound of the shackles. He uncuffed Nick, left his feet shackled, and told him to sit on the mattress. 
“You are going to sit still with your eyes closed. I don’t want to hear a word from you while I change your hood and gag.”

Nick did as he was told. The hood was replaced with one with eyes and he was re-gagged. “Your dick is still hard. I like that. Since you want immobile, I want you to see your immobility.”

Nick watched him approach with what looked like a solid steel rod. Closer up he could see that it was actually four steel bars linked and hinged at the collar. Ross swivelled them open at the collar and closed the longest around his neck, the next two folded closed around his wrists, and finally –– after removing the shackles –– the last two were closed around the ankles of his boots. Ross then inserted a rod and a padlock locking them all together.

“You wanted immobile, so see how you like this” Ross said abruptly before walking out of Nick’s sight.

Nick’s back ached almost immediately from the awkward sitting position. His wrists were uncomfortable from the solid steel pressing into them. He was glad he had thought to wear his neoprene gloves. At least they provided some cushioning. Thinking to himself, he wondered, Who is this guy? What did I get myself into? My dick is hard. Why do I let it get me into these situations? His aching back focused him on the present. He realized that if he rolled onto his side, he would only have to deal with the ache of his wrists.

Nick flopped over and could not help squirming as he felt the warmth of his sweat squish around inside the latex suit. He wanted to squirm and rub his dick inside the codpiece, but, folded the way he was, he could not get the right angle. Finally, he just lay there. And ached. And sweated. And loved it.

From his den inside the house, Ross watched the garage on his video monitor as Nick rolled onto his side. He heard a few mumbled grunts through the gag but no sounds of panic. This one was doing OK. Not like Tim – Ross could have left his pig that way all night without a second thought – but this guy’s tentative compliance was fun. As Ross watched Nick squirm, he remembered how Tim had quietly endured several long nights in a similar predicament. Ross extracted and stroked his cock, imagining that instead of being home in his own apartment sick with the flu, Tim was bound, encased, and locked away in Ross’s dungeon. Ross felt like he was eating dessert without having had the main course: a pig in storage. A side dish of Brad, taking Ross’s cock into one of his holes, would have made it a perfect night. The idea of enjoying Nick while Tim sweated it out in isolation below brought Ross to a quick orgasm, discharging his horniness with a few strong, satisfying pumps of his hand. As the surges subsided, Ross heard Nick’s grunts increasing – just like his pig: trying to squirm his way to getting himself off. Ross hastily wiped off his cock, put it away, and headed to the garage to take care of Nick.

Nick moved his head as Ross came into sight. “Immobile enough for you?”

“eth er”

“What was that? I can’t understand you.”

“ETH …… ER”

“Wrong. You're squirming way too much. You need something different. Here's the scoop. I am going to release you. If you stay hard you get more bondage. Go soft, and I know you were just another pretend bondage pig and we are done for the night.”

Nick’s dick was rock hard –– almost pushing out through the top of the codpiece. He watched as the steel bars came off. He wanted out……but his dick just stayed hard. What was it about bondage –– the combination of rubber, sweat, and gear –– that got him going so?

“All free. Let’s unsnap the cover and see what the bondage indicator says.” As Ross unsnapped the codpiece Nick’s dick pushed right out. “Well, well. It wants more.”

“unh, unh.. O Ther,” Nick responded. But he made no real effort to move.

“Here’s the plan. Since you clearly want more and want immobile, I am going to add a straightjacket and give you a chance to sleep a bit. Then I will get you back to your hotel. Agreed?”

“Eth Er”

“Since your dick is hard I will take that as a ‘yes.’”

Ross put Nick’s arms into a leather straight jacket, one that was custom made with the smooth side in, to slide better against the rubber. Next, Ross added a spreader between Nick’s legs and then he proceeded to rope him down. He propped Nick’s head up just enough to allow him the ability to swallow. Then, for good measure, he replaced the rubber pecker gag with a wider but less deep ball gag.

On the one hand, Nick’s back didn’t ache any longer –– on the other, as he tried to wriggle around, he realized he really was immobile. Beyond moving his shoulders a bit from side to side there was not much he could do but a grunt. And when he felt Ross playing with his balls and dick, that’s just what he started doing.

“Keep still. I’m just making sure that every part of you is immobile.” 
Nick tried to arch his back as something ice cold hit his cock. “Unhhhh... mmmpppphhhhhh.”

“Just softening your dick a bit so we can keep it from moving. Once I tie your balls off I’m done and you can nap.” 
With that Ross loomed back over Nick’s field of vision. “Now, you are immobile. Enjoy.”

The lights went out. Nick squirmed and wriggled but really could not budge. Moving anything but his shoulders made him feel a tug on balls. He could feel his dick trying to get hard and pressing against something. He just kept going over in mind a series of thoughts: this feels great, how did I get myself into this, I’m so horny, I don’t even know this guys name, I want to cum, this feels great, how did I get myself into this...”

The night was passing. Nick knew that. He could feel the sweat pooling in the small of his back and periodically he would start counting his swallows. Beyond that he simply concentrated on withstanding it, quietly suffering as he enjoyed, and regretted, the torment.

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Hours later, early in the morning, Nick felt Ross working his balls again. He squirmed a bit and mumbled into the gag. Enough was enough.

He felt the ropes being untied and the ability to actually move his arms and legs again. Finally, he felt the gag being unbuckled. He could speak.

In spite of himself his first words were, “That was great, but I really need to get back to my hotel.” Ross said he figured as much, threw him the flight suit, and told him to get dressed.

That was when Nick noticed that his cock and balls were locked up in a heavy plastic cage.

“Hey, what’s this? –– I really need to get going.”

“I like control. Think of it as a souvenir, something to keep your mind on how you spent the night. I’ll drop you at your hotel now. We’ll go in together. After I see you go up to your room, I’ll leave a package at the front desk. You are free to pick it up immediately, but if you’re a real bondage pig, you will wait until tonight to get it, when you return from your meetings and go up to your room.”

Succumbing to Ross’s hot presence and authoritative manner, and still horny, Nick let the night’s experience of good, sweaty bondage determine his answer. Smiling, he said “OK.”

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Up in his room, Nick was feeling refreshed after a shower and some coffee, but thoughts of how he had spent the night were working on his imprisoned cock. Minuted later, traveling downward, he noticed his reflection in the shiny brass door of the elevator and was glad that the plastic cage was undetectable under his khakis. On one hand, it would be kind of fun wearing a chastity device for a day. On the other hand, he wanted the assurance of being able to remove it if needed. He stopped at the desk and picked up his envelope. He could feel the key inside. Instead of proceeding to the conference, he returned to his room and ripped the envelope open.

He was ready to undo the damn thing and jerk off over the experience.

He pulled a note out –– but there was no key. Just a quarter.

There must be some mistake. He called the front desk to see if there was another package. No, just the one he had picked up. Nick was mentally kicking himself. Getting tied and locked up by a guy he didn’t know, and now this. He’d have to break it……but that might hurt…… he might cut himself……but he wanted out…… how could he be so stupid…… but the bondage had been good…… argh – I can’t even get hard in this thing!

Calming down a bit, Nick read the note.

“I didn’t say the package would include the key! You said you were coming back to town in two weeks. I think you will enjoy meeting my pig. Two weeks from tonight is coin night at the bar. Buy yourself a beer. I will be there at 10:00. Don’t bother to show up unless you keep the device intact.”

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As Ross began the short drive home, his cell phone started ringing, and Tim’s number appeared on the display. Ross was relieved to see that it was Tim calling. He missed having total control of his pig!

Ross answered, but instead of Tim’s voice, he heard muffled, frantic groans. Before Ross had a chance to respond, the connection went dead. Ross quickly called Tim back, but the voice mail system intervened after two rings. Tim did not answer.

Concerned by what he had heard, Ross made a quick U turn and headed in the direction of Tim’s apartment.