By Mikey

They freed me from the neoprene sack, after struggling so much, I was covered in sweat and drool from the gag, but very happy and turned on. Mark had set up a standing metal cage in the corner closet, so Dalton grabbed a Mr. S leather straightjacket, and they put me in it, wearing nothing by my Wescos. Daddy Tony strapped it up nice and tight too, making sure the sleeve buckles went underneath the loops on the side of the jacket, and cinching up the strap on the forearms nice and tight!

I was put in a leather posture collar underneath the jacket, which held my head really immobile and upright. To top it all off, Daddy Tony put the Mr. S asylum hood on me, taking away my sight. I was backed into the standing cage, and then the posture collar was strapped to the back of the cage, totally securing my head – I was officially stuck.

As they shut the cage door, the arms of the straightjacket stuck out a little bit – they had to push the cage door shut, which secured my arms even tighter against my body – making it impossible to move them even the slightest bit up or down, or side to side – and my head being held fast to the back of the cage all made for an amazing sensation.

As I floated off in bondage headspace, Daddy Tony tied my balls to the bars at the front of the cage with a piece of red nylon cord – I had not had an orgasm in about a week, so they were aching at this point in the scene, and having them tied to the front of the cage was more than enough to secure me even more in place.

“Good night!” Daddy Tony said, Mark and Dalton echoing the same farewell in the background somewhere, and *SLAM* – the door to the closet door closes.

“HEY!  You can’t leave me here like this!” – I struggle in vain, unable to move my arms or head, and totally tied into a vertical steel cage, and of course, rock hard due to the rope on my balls.  Then the lights go out in the room – I can only tell this because the tiny sliver of light coming in from the top of the asylum hood suddenly disappears.  I yell some more and laugh nervously – not sure if they are serious about leaving me in here all night long – you never know at the Serious Bondage Institute!

I hear them laughing behind the door, and after a while, it opens and the light turns back in.  “Aww – we couldn’t leave you here like that…” says Daddy Tony.  I hear some noise, and suddenly next to my ear, I hear a click of a switch, and a loud vibrating noise.  I realize that Daddy Tony has a handheld vibrator in his hand, and just that noise alone tends to get me rock hard.

I hear some clicking around at the top of the cage, and then the switch goes on again – and a very light vibration happens right on my cock.  Instantly aroused, I’m frustrated as it comes and goes – and realize that Daddy Tony is not actually holding the vibrator, it’s tied to the top of the cage and is dangling down onto my cock, which is secured in place with the red nylon cord.

Even trying to back away as I felt myself getting closer to having an orgasm wouldn’t fully stop the vibration on my cock, as I was tied to the front of the cage, and the straightjacket and posture collar ensured that I wouldn’t be moving the top half of my body at all.

“Don’t you cum!” Daddy Tony yelled at me from the distance, followed by, “NOW we can leave you alone!” and the closet door slamming.  Realizing that if they did leave me in there with the vibrator on, there would be no stopping me cumming – and worse yet, the vibrator would not stop either!  The beam of light disappeared from the top of the asylum mask again, and I tried yelling, but the vibrator felt so good that everything just came out as a half yell / half moan.

The door opened after a little bit, and Daddy Tony tormented me a little bit – noting how full my nuts were and how sore they must be right now – and he was very right!  I then got permission from Daddy Tony to shoot my load, and he taped the vibrator down so that it was really firmly secured to my cock – then he backed away and they just watched.

I struggled and fought as much as I could, knowing that when I shot it would feel amazing, but that the vibrator was still going to be firmly attached to my dick – and if you’ve experienced that sensation before, you know what that’s like!  Suddenly I erupted, a week’s work of cum oozing out from my securely tied balls, and the vibration, of course, kept going mercilessly!  I’m not sure how long they left it running, but I know I was panting and out of breath when it finally was disabled, not sure if I wanted to laugh or cry.

Slumping in my restraints in the cage, exhausted and out of breath, I make a pitiful noise to signify that I’m spent.

“Good night – for real now.”  *SLAM*  The beam of light disappears.

 

 

Metalbond would like to thank Mikey for this story and Mark at Serious Male Bondage for the pictures!

 

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