Sunday, 3 May 2015

Chris the Electrician

It had been a couple of weeks since I’d spent the day tied up by Matt the plumber. On the one hand it had been scary, being helplessly tied up in my own home, at the same it was probably the best bondage experience I’d ever had.
As usual, when spending a day at home, I dressed in my leather jeans, studded belt, harness boots, Brando jacket and tight white t shirt. As soon as I’d finished dressing I remembered that I had an electrician coming to replace a number of light fittings. I thought about getting changed but decided to stay as I was. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
He introduced himself as Chris. He was around 6 foot, slim, with buzz cut blonde hair and blue eyes. His great body was shown off by tight cargo shorts, a tight polo shirt with the electrician company’s logo and a pair of well worn lace up work boots. I saw his eyes give my leather clad body a quick scan.
Chris’s face broke into a cheeky grin. “So are you a biker or do you just like wearing leather.”
“I do have a bike”, I replied, “A BMW R1200GS.”
“Nice, I’ve got a Ducati Multistrada.”
We talked bikes for a few minutes before heading into the living room where I showed him the light fittings that I wanted changed. All of a sudden I realised I’d left my black leather straitjacket over the sofa to air out from a play session I’d had on the weekend. The sofa was also black leather so it wasn’t immediately obvious. Too late to hide it now.
I saw Chris’s eyes go to the straitjacket, he picked it up “So what do we have here?”
I tried to think of a reply but nothing would come out of my mouth.
“I think I’d like to see how this looks on you.”
The next thing I knew was on the floor in feeling my muscles spasm. Chris had pulled a stun gun from his pocket and zapped me with it.
“Unless you want to be zapped again, take off your jacket and t-shirt and put your arms into the strait jacket.” He waved the stun gun menacingly at me. When I regained movement, I complied with his request, I had no desire to be zapped again. At the same time I felt my cock go rock hard at the thought of being strapped into my straitjacket by the very cute Chris. He zipped up the back of the jacket and started fastening the strap. This is the point of no return in a straitjacket – escape is impossible at this point unless you are Houdini. He fed the sleeves through loop at the front and buckled the straps at the back. He finished off by buckling up the crotch straps and pushing me to the floor.
I was struck dumb through the entire process. Only a few minutes ago I had been talking to Chris about motorcycles, now I was helplessly strapped into a leather straitjacket. He reached into his tool box and pulled out a rope bit gag. What was it with tradesmen carrying rope in their tool boxes? He tightly gagged me, then pulled out more rope which he used to tie my ankles and thighs, waving the stun gun at me a couple of times to make sure I knew to cooperate. He finished off by blindfolding me with a black bandanna.
He then moved me so I was sitting with my back to the sofa. He unbuttoned the fly of my leather jeans and pulled my rock hard cock out. Felt him velcro a couple of bands around it, then I felt a mild electrical charge start up, making my cock even harder.
“Don’t move from that spot or this will happen.” A massive electrical charge went through my cock and I screamed into my gag. The charge subsided and went back to the pleasant tingling. “Are you going to cooperate?” I vigorously nodded my head yes. He left me struggling helplessly against the straitjacket and ropes, with the electrical charge going through my cock bringing me to the edge of cumming but not actually letting my cum. While this was going on, I could hear the sound of him replacing the light fittings.
After what felt like a couple of hours Chris announced “All finished, I just need to grab something out of the van.” He removed the Velcro bands from my cock, pushing it back into my leather jeans and buttoning up the fly. I then heard him walk out then come back a couple of minutes later.
“I’m going to remove your gag, but no talking or you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” I nodded my head yes, I was completely helpless, what was I going to do? It was nice to have the gag out of my mouth and I moved my jaw around but remained silent. My blindfold came off next and I blinked in the harsh light. Before I could blink more than a couple of times Chris pulled a full face muzzle over my head. He did the straps up tightly, which clamped my mouth shut and shut out all light. I then heard him walk out the back door. I then heard two sets of footsteps come back in. One set of hands picked me up under my arms, another set picked me up at the knees. I tried struggling and mmpphhing into the muzzle but bound as I was I was no match for these two. It felt like I was placed in the back of a van. I heard a sliding door close and the van drove off.
It felt like we drove for around an hour. I could feel us negotiate local streets then get onto a motorway after some time, we exited from the motorway and headed onto a fairly rough, twisty road for around 15 minutes. The van stopped, the door opened and I was carried out. It felt like I was carried up a set of stairs then down a hallway. I was put down on a padded surface. I was held down while my ankles were untied. My boots were removed and my ankles were retied with a leather strap. My thighs were then untied and also retied with a leather strap. I then heard a door close but is closed softly, almost like it was padded. Then there was silence and there was silence. .
I started to move around to check my surroundings, not easy strapped in a straitjacket with my ankles and thighs secured with leather straps. My socked feet had no purchase on the smooth padded floor and moving was very difficult. I rolled around a bit finding that the walls to of this room were also padded; was I in a padded cell? Being strapped in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell has been a fantasy of my for a long time and it seemed that this fantasy had come true. I rolled around on the padded floor struggling against the straitjacket and the leather straps, thoroughly enjoying my predicament.
After I’d been struggling for what seemed like a couple of hours I sensed the door opening and then there were two sets of hands holding me down. The fly of my leather jeans was unbuttoned and my still rock hard cock was pulled out. I felt a hand stroke it – I was close to cumming. Some lube was placed on my cock and the striking continued. I very quickly worked up to climax and shot an enormous load.
Someone set to work removing the muzzle, although the light was dim, I still needed to blink a few times to take in my surroundings. I was indeed in a padded cell, probably about 2.5 x 2.5 metres. I saw Chris and realised that next to him was Matt the plumber! Both were dressed in full black leather.
Chris spoke “Let me introduce to my boyfriend Matt. He told me all about tying you up a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t believe my luck when I scored your electrical work and then to find a handy strait jacket! I did have a plan to get you tied up but you saved me a lot of trouble. We’ve only just finished the padded cell and you’ve been our first prisoner.”
They removed the straps from my thighs and ankles, replacing them with a leather hobble, which had a strap allowing me to take a step of about 40cm. they helped me to my feet and took me for a tour of the bottom level of their house, which they’d set up as a dungeon. There were three cells; a padded cell, an open bar cell and an isolation cell. One wall was covered in manacles, handcuffs and chains. In the open area there was a set of wooden stocks, a pup cage, a bondage chair and a bondage table. Talk about a bondage Aladdin’s cave!
I noticed that the pup cage was occupied. There was a young blond haired blue eyed guy. He was naked secured in metal wrist and ankle stocks. A huge black leather plug gag filled his mouth. He looked out of the cage pleading with us.
Matt spoke “That’s Geoff, he’s one of the local lads. We caught him stalking around the house; I think he’s just about learned not to go trespassing.”
I was returned to the padded cell and gagged with a plug gag. My thighs and ankles were again secured with leather straps. A short time the door opened and Chris and Matt brought Geoff in. He was now secured in a leather strait jacket with leather straps around his ankles and thighs. He was still gagged with the plug gag. He was sporting a massive hard on. Chris and Matt put Geoff down beside me and he snuggled up to me.
Geoff and I did end up spending the night together in straitjackets in the padded cell. Chris and Matt did bring us dinner, arranged for toilet breaks and exchanged our plug gags for muzzles. Geoff had calmed down by morning and had gone from being scared to being excited by bondage. Chris drove me back home in the morning, although I was not released from the straitjacket until I was back home. It was certainly not the last time I would see him, Matt and Geoff.