By slavesuit

I guess you could say I was naïve.  Probably gullible.  But the offer seemed too good to be true.  I had been searching for a compatible guy to play with for a long time.  Living in a remote area of the United States, I was within a few hours drive of a couple of major cities but I never had the time to really get there.  If I did, I had other things I needed to do other than feed my love of bondage.

Mostly because I had someone with me that didn’t know about my love of the fetish.  So when I saw the advertisement on craigslist, I was pessimistic.  After all, only crazy people go onto craigslist looking through the personal ads.  But years of searing through the other major fetish sites didn’t amount to anything real.  Sure I had talked to a bunch of men but they were all far away.  I was poor and didn’t have any money to travel.  This was an advertisement that I just had to check out.

The posting was for my area.  The man said he was a bondage enthusiast who was looking for a boy to nurture and train in the fetish.  He loved it as an extra curricular activity but it didn’t rule his life.  He was very well outfitted with gear and a playroom but it never had the right boy to occupy it.  He was traveling through my area and put out a blanket ad to see what kind of fish might hop into the net.  I was very intrigued by what he was saying.  He seemed to mesh well with what I was looking for.  I was tired of talking to men who only wanted to use my gear, as they had none of their own.  Perhaps this guy was the real thing.

I replied.  I figured what the heck.  Worst-case scenario was he wouldn’t respond or he’d turn out to be a fake.  Nothing lost.  I told him that I was a lifelong resident of my area, had only minimal experience, some gear but was completely in love with the fetish.  I just rarely got to play.  I said I was free for the next couple of days if he wanted to meet up.  A couple of hours later I got a reply.  He tells me that he’s on a business trip, which was meeting at one of my local hotels.  My area is quite busy for tourism and has many grand hotels.  They often host conferences so this seemed legit to me.  He continued to say that he would like to meet and talk about our interests if I was willing.  I of course agreed and asked for a location and time.  Our quick replies by email brought his saying that he was free for the day and could meet now.  He suggested a local park in my town that he had passed by while exploring the area.  We could sit and chat at the one of the picnic tables.  I quickly replied and said I would be there shortly.  I gave my description and what I’d be driving and looked forward to the meeting.  His quick reply back said that his description would be a surprise and that he’d arrive a few minutes after me due to the commute but he’d be right along.

I waited for a few minutes but arrived at the park and found no one else there.  This was a relief for me as I’m not out in my community.  I figured it would be easier to talk about the fetish if I didn’t have to worry about a friend strolling on by.  I sat there for about 10 minutes playing on my phone.  I was checking my email just to make sure he didn’t reply with a cancellation.  I didn’t receive one.  A few more moments go by and then I see a Cadillac Escalade coming up the street.  The windows are blacked out; they have New York plates on them.  I figured it was a rental car.  The vehicle comes to a stop near mine and then he opens the door.  Out steps this tall, handsome man.  He’s about 6’3”, 250lbs, he’s wearing a suit and tie.  He has a shaved head, from a distance he appears much older, maybe 55 but with a slightly maybe face.  I’m already starting to tent in my jeans.

He walks up to me and his deep voice bellows through the park.  “Afternoon boy”, he says.  I’m of course getting more nervous…but reply, “Hello.”  He comes over to the picnic table and sits down.  He puts his sunglasses and phone down on the table and just looks at me.  He has this weird look on his face that I don’t really get.  Almost like I just said something funny.  He holds out his hand and says his name is Robert.  I notice he’s wearing this huge class ring on his right hand but I can’t tell the name of the university he’s from.  I shake his hand and then become slightly disappointed.  I see he’s wearing another large ring on his left hand’s ring finger that looks ominously like a wedding band.  Immediately I begin to think how I have yet another straight man who’s on a vacation away from his wife and he’s looking to bed a local boy while he’s here.  My heart then starts to slow down, the anxiety I had before then decreases since I know this meeting won’t be a long one.  Regardless, I tell him my name is Dan and it’s nice to meet him.

He then tells me to just sit back to his story and don’t talk for a bit.  Again his tone is confident and commanding.  He tells me how he works for a large company that specializes in the fabrication of military parts.  He started out as an engineer in his younger days, designing ways to make the parts stronger through its construction, design and metal choices.  But as the years went on he learned more about technology, wireless communication and CAD programming.  He ended up starting his own company, which made him a lot of money.  He was in my area at a retreat of sort of big wigs in the business.  But then he goes on to say that he’s tested out a few boys in the past but never of them really worked out.  He wanted one that could assist him in the business either on the road or stay at home and work remotely.  The boy had to want to work, be educated, trusting, loyal and most of all, kinky.  Everywhere he went for his business, he would put out advertisements to see if there were any boys that met his needs.  There were some that were close but none that he was completely satisfied with.  Of course, he’d play while on the road. He continued to say that his playroom did get some action but not a heck of a lot.  Then he looked at me with that weird smirk again and said maybe that’s all about to change.

He then asks me what my level of education is in.  I tell him that I just finished a Masters in Communications but was having trouble finding work.  Living where I do there were not a ton of options.  He asks about my family.  I tell him that my father is still living but my mother died when I was 19.  A brother lives across the country but we are not close.  I have a few friends but I’m not exactly a social butterfly.  He then smirks again.  He tells me how he did a quick Internet search of me and learned about my other skills in multimedia and that I could really help to market his company.  I was getting excited again as I was really struggling in my job search and this man might be my ticket out of my rural area and to a better life.  Even if we were not romantically connected.  After all, I didn’t want to be a boy toy on the side.

He then asks me about my bondage interests.  I tell him that I’ve always loved heavy confining bondage through leather, rubber and steel.  I told him about my occasional play trips to the cities but the limited experience I truly had.  He asked me what my major Internet username was and I gave it to him.  He picks up his phone and begins playing around as he talks a little bit more about his play space.  Apparently his home is large; there is a basement with a couple of jail cells, a couple of bedrooms, and a room for his leather and rubber bondage gear.  He too had a huge interest in heavy and confining gear and loved to keep a boy in them for extended periods of time.  He had spent quite a bit of money on specific gear to keep a boy under control.  Then he yet again, gives me that smirk of his, as he looks me straight in the eyes.  He tells me how I have a handsome face; it’s a shame it would have to be kept hidden away from the public.  I kind of shrugged off that remark.

He asked me when I had last tried on any interesting gear.  I told him it had been a few years.  He looks at his watch and asks me if I’d like to come back to his hotel suite and do just that.  By now, even though I know this guy is probably married I figure what the heck.  I hadn’t yet wondered why a wife wouldn’t know about this gear or the playrooms but my little head was thinking more than the big head of mine.  I of course say yes.  He asks if I can leave my car here and just hop in with him.  I tell him its fine; this is a public parking lot.  He then grabs his phone and shades and says let’s go.

We get into his car and we drive back to his hotel.  I know it well.  It attracts many tourists year round and although I had never stayed there, I had been on the campus a few times.  As we get out of the car he goes into the back and grabs a large case of some sort from the rear.   He hands it to me and says that if I’m going to wear it, I have to carry it.  He hands it to me and it isn’t light and isn’t overly heavy either.  We then head off into the hotel.  We go up to the top floor and he keys into his suite.  It is probably one of the larger rooms in the hotel.  I just stand there holding the case waiting for him to tell me what to do.  He then tells me to follow him into the adjoining room.  He tells me to put the case down and to help him open another one.  He has a few large cases with him.  The others are larger than the one I carried in.  These are almost like small trunks, yet have wheels for easy moving.  “I always come prepared. You never know who I may find when I’m travelling,“ he says to me.  He opens the case and my jaw drops at what I see.  He holds up this one-piece leather suit.  I touch it am amazed at the piece of craftsmanship it is.  “Remember when I said I like my boys to be under control?  Well this is just an example of what I mean.” The suit must have cost him a fortune.  It also looks like it was fitted for someone.  The hood has dark lenses over the eyes, there is a zipper at the crotch running to the rear, the neck, elbows, knees are reinforced, there are boots that remind of police issue duty boots attached and the rear of the suit has a shoulder entry.  At each wrist and ankle, it appears as if there are cuffs embedded into the suit for extra security, to prevent the boy from escaping.  The rear entry has a reinforced zipper with a post for locking the boy into as well.

He opens the suit and says, there’s more than just that.  He points to a system of wires that are also embedded to provide cooling or warming, depending on the outside temperature.  Basically the boy can stay in this suit for an extended of period of time.  His bodily functions can be handled while his core temperature regulated.  “I like to keep my boys under control and in gear.  When I have one worth keeping. Would you like to try it on for a little while?”  How I haven’t blown a load in my jeans I don’t know, as my dick is raging hard.  In fact I’m a little embarrassed at the amount of precum that has wet the front of my jeans.  He sees this and puts the suit down and says, “No need to worry about that.  I have something else that you need to put on first, anyway.  Pick up the case I asked you to carry in and place it on the bed.”

I do as he asks and he pulls out a special key and opens the case.  He says, “Feast your eyes on that boy.”  My heart starts to pound.  Inside of this case is what appears to be a steel chastity belt.  It looks like a morph of a reinholds style belt with a latowski design.  Its small and compact but is clearly very sturdy and ominously permanent looking.  “Remember how I work in metal design and construction?  Well, I had this belt created for another boy, which didn’t cut the mustard.  He never got a chance to see this.  I think it will fit you just fine.”  After a moment of silence, I just drop my jeans to the floor in a hurry of bondage anticipation.  I had always wanted to try on a chastity belt before.  I hadn’t told him in our conversation earlier but I guess if he was into the fetish, this was a logical step.

Robert begins to laugh and says, “Ah an eager boy, I like that.” He picks up the belt and fiddles with something on the inside of it; he grabs a tool from inside of the case and makes some adjustments while looking at my hard on.  He tells me to go get some ice from the fridge and a towel. Again, I do as I’m told as he continues to fine-tune his belt.  I assume he’s adjusting the size for me.  I return, holding the ice to my dick and it is doing its job.  He throws some Vaseline at me and tells me to put it on my dick, balls, etc.  Just in case we have some pressure points.  I lather myself of pretty good and step up to him.  The belt is one piece yet there seems to be a small hinge that prevents it from completely separating.  He sits in a chair and rolls up to me and holding it under me he tells me to spread my legs.  He feeds the belt through my legs and then slowly brings the pieces together.  I assist him by guiding my dick into the front plate, which is a rubberized material.  It is a codpiece of sorts that will totally cover my balls and dick.  The rear has an opening for my anus.  It comes just under my abdomen.  I’m not exactly thin as I carry a few extra pounds.  So it doesn’t interfere with the extra weight around my midsection.  He brings the two sides together and looks at me and says, “Ready?”  “Ready as I’ll ever be”, I reply.  He then connects the two sides and I hear a slight click/ca-thunk sound as the sides connect.  I do not see a lock anywhere.  Only a small circular hole on the very front of the belt.  It fits snugly and I’m already trying to get hard again.  Robert instructs me to walk around the room a bit to make sure he got the adjustments okay.  I do so and am almost doing a jig around the room as my dick struggles to get hard in its new metal prison.  Yet again, Robert laughs at me, this time in a bit more of a confident and ominous tone.  “That’s what I like to see, a boy in a bit of discomfort.  After all, the belt is for my amusement, not yours.  A boy should be under control at all times.  A chastity belt is there to assure that.  Sex and orgasms are an earned treat for a boy.  They come from hard work, dedication and loyalty to someone.  A boy never wastes his seed.  Remember that!  Now let’s get you geared up.”

He holds up the suit and places it in front of me.  He instructs me to place one leg into the suit at a time and he’ll slowly scoot the suit up my body.  I feel each boot snugly around my foot.  The leather feels nice as he lifts it up my body.  It is nicely soft yet secure.  I then reach one arm at a time into the sleeves and introduce my hands into the connected gloves.  Again, the leather is soft at this location.  Clearly to allow the prisoner inside of the suit some dexterity in the hands.  Without another word, Robert then grabs the hood and flips it backwards.  There is a slight struggle to scoot it over my head but it fits with relative ease considering it wasn’t made for my exact measurements.  I’m placed into a bit of darkness.  I can see him and the room but with some difficulty.  I hear the zipper at the back close and the suit begins to tighten around me.  He’s playing around with some other straps on the sides that I did not notice before.  He then tells me to hold out my arms as he grabs each wrist and squeezes.  I feel those metal bands tighten and feel a click as he finishes.  He repeats this step at my ankles just above the boots.  He then spins me around and fiddles with the zipper again.  My guess is he’s completing the lock down procedure there.

He then steps back and admires his work.  “Boy, you look amazing in my suit.  I think you may have to experience it for a little while so that you appreciate the amount of time and effort that went into creating it.  Between the embedded locks and the one I’ve placed at the rear, the dark lenses over your eyes and the steel chastity your dick is locked in, I have a feeling you won’t be going very far.  Since you won’t be escaping from that suit without me and I have no plans of letting you go just yet, I think you should behave and thank your Master for letting you wear these masterpieces of craftsmanship” he says to me while putting on his suit coat once again.  I’m beginning to wonder what I had just gotten myself into.  I just met this man a few hours ago.  Now I’m in his hotel room, locked into this prison, which I could not get out of if I wanted to.  Which I don’t.  I feel amazing inside of it.  I’m horny as hell but loving every second of it.  So with only some hesitance I say, “Thank you Sir, for letting me wear your gear.  I’m very grateful for this opportunity.”  He replies, “As you should be boy.”

He then grabs something else out of his case and walks up to me.  He tells me to open my mouth as he places a small gag into the hood and straps/locks to the hood.  I’m not effectively quieted from saying anything else.  He then says as he reaches into his case again, “I have to attend a dinner now.  I’ll be back in a few hours or so.  But I can’t have you making any noise or getting into trouble while I’m gone.  Since you’re gagged, I’m going to keep your hands secured so you don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you.”  He then picks up a grand, leather straight jacket out of his case and opens it up in front of me.  “Boy, you know what to do.”  Instinctively, I hold my arms out as he feeds the coat onto my willing arms.  Then swiftly and confidently he spins me around and buckles the jacket shut.  All the while, pulling and tugging the jacket tight around me.  He then leads me to the bed and pushes me onto it.  “Don’t go anywhere, enjoy yourself, and take a nap.  Dad will be back in a few hours. Do not disappoint me.”

With that, he picks up his phone and then starts punching in something.  A moment later I begin to feel the suit cool my body.  I’m not too cold but definitely cooler than I was moments ago.  Then I notice something else, a slight tingling sensation around my balls and dick.  “I can’t have you losing too sweating too much while I’m gone, so I’ll keep your temperature regulated.  As for the other sensation you feel.  You’ll just have to deal with what happens.  See you later boy.”  He says as he walks out the door, chuckling to himself.

 

To be continued …

 

 

Metal would like to thank slavesuit for sending this story. He says more chapters are coming.