Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 19:33:04 +0000
From: Timothy B <asterix.pop@googlemail.com>
Subject: The road not taken - Part 1

Boring disclaimer: All characters are of the legal age wherever you
are to be doing the stuff they do in the story, which contains graphic
descriptions of sexual things which might very well offend you. I hope
you enjoy the story though, that's the whole point!

The road not taken - Part 1

The boy was tied to an elaborate metal chair with thick leather
straps, the straps went around his arms and legs at 4" intervals,
tightly securing him and preventing almost any movement. Further
straps across his chest restricted him further; each of the straps was
secured with a small brass padlock. The boy knew that they were all
keyed alike, as he had watched with great interest as they had been
placed around him and secured.

The chair was designed in such a way that it could pivot and bend in
the same way as the human body and had extensions for the arms and
legs to which the straps were attached. The joints in the chair locked
solidly when required, with the ability to hold the body in any
position it could physically obtain, and some it couldn't. The main
body of the chair was firmly embedded in the concrete floor. The boy's
hands and feet were locked into solid metal enclosures, each of these
was formed of two parts which hinged at one side and enclosed the
hands and feet as far as the wrist and ankle. They had been made from
moulds of the boy's hands and feet and fit very snugly, the inside
surface being lined with a soft leather to protect his hands from the
metal.

Currently he was positioned in a comfortable, reclined, seated
position with his legs slightly spread and his arms by his sides. This
is how he had been restrained; the process of putting him into the
contraption had taken a little over half an hour. By now the cold
metal had warmed through contact with the boy's naked body, at 6' tall
he had a well-toned body, kept that way through a regime of exercise
he was only too happy to submit to. He had shivered a little at first
as his body came into contact with the cold steel, but now felt hot
and excited, he was sweating as the room was quite warm and he was
getting extremely aroused at the helplessness of his situation. He
tried to struggle against the bondage, as he always did, but the chair
would not give way. Every part of it had been designed to deal with
stresses far greater than even his athletic body could produce.

The room was very dark, lit only by a single bare bulb directly above
the chair which served to illuminate the boy and his metal prison, but
nothing else. Of course the boy knew very well the layout of the room
and where everything was, he could find his way around it perfectly in
complete darkness, and often had to, but he still relished the
darkness, the mystery, not knowing what might happen next but at the
same time being perfectly sure it wouldn't be too unbearable...

The boy's head was the only part of him that wasn't secured, and while
he would have been free to look around he kept his gaze focused
directly upwards, as this was the position his head had been placed in
and he had been given no instruction to move it. The head-rest of the
chair was metal like the rest of it, and the boy knew that there were
a series of leather straps attached to the headrest which could be
used to secure his head, he wondered for a moment why this had not yet
been done, then checked himself for asking such a pointless question.

He heard a voice in the darkness, a simple command - "Close your eyes
boy", the boy did so immediately. He could hear several footsteps,
getting closer, which direction were they coming from, he thought, the
footsteps were circling him now, each one the dull thud of a heavy
boot against bare concrete. He felt a light touch against his arm, a
hand was moving from the wrist of his left hand up his arm, the
feeling was being interrupted every so often by the thick leather
bands. The touch left him at his shoulder, and he could hear a
rustling sound behind him. He felt something being put over his head.

The thick leather hood was a snug fit, very snug, it followed the
contours of his slim face perfectly, hiding away his hazel eyes and
covering the majority of his nose and the rest of his face. The hood
had a hole in the front large enough to fit anything his mouth could
take, a flap of leather could be used to cover this hole and
effectively gag him, but that had not yet been attached. The hood was
tied by lacing at the back which was being pulled tight making the
already restrictive hood press down onto the boy's face and head. The
boy let out a small gasp of pleasure as he felt the lacing being tied
off and the wonderful restrictive feeling of the leather overtook him.
Finally the lattice of leather straps on the chair was used to tightly
bind his head to it, removing his last possibility for movement.

That is how the boy was left, he did not know how long for, though he
guessed it might have been an hour or so. He felt himself drifting off
into sleep a couple of times but forced himself to stay awake, to keep
himself in a state where he could enjoy the feeling of complete
restriction. After an hour he felt his limbs moving, the chair was
being re-positioned. His arms were moved out to the sides and his legs
brought up as if he was in a sling, then the entire chair was tilted
bringing his ass up above the level of his head leaving his hairless
ass and genitals vulnerably on display.

The boy's penis was rock hard; it had been that way for the last hour,
leaking precum down over his ass and to the floor forming a small
pool. The Man ran His finger from the base of the boy's penis to the
top, gently collecting a smear of the clear liquid. This stimulation
to the boy's cock would have sent a convulsion of pleasure through his
body if he had not been so immobile; he let out a deep moan and pushed
down trying to get his cock closer to the Man's hand. The Man looked
at the boy with amusement, He had kept the boy locked in another form
of metallic prison for the past three months and knew from His own
experience how totally horny and sexually frustrated he must be after
such a period without the release of orgasm. Having not been allowed
to get erect for three months the boy's cock seemed like it might
never deflate again, certainly not without ejaculating first.

That was, unfortunately for the boy, not the Man's plan for the
evening. He started to flick at the boy's cock, His expert fingers
delivering jabs of pain that felt like burning hot needles (and the
boy knew very well what burning hot needles felt like) stabbing into
his hyper-sensitised cock. He tried to jerk away from the pain but
only reminded himself of how well secured he was, thinking about the
bondage sent a surge of blood to his penis, which received another
volley of painful flicking. This cycle continued for a while, the boy
was now almost in tears from the frustration, pain and pleasure of his
situation. He had not been ordered to lose his erection, he had not
been ordered to do anything, so he just lay there and endured and let
his body react in its natural way, quietly sobbing under the leather
mask.

The torture on his cock stopped and he no longer felt the presence of
his Master there between his legs, a minute or so passed and just as
the boy was starting to relax and cease to anticipate the next stab of
pain he felt that horrible feeling of your nerves getting ready to
tell you about something. That wonderful half-second before you feel
whatever it is you are going to feel where you don't quite know
whether the sensation will be pleasurable or painful. For the boy it
was an eternity before he felt the stinging sensation of the ice cube
against his cock. It burned him, it felt like his cock was on fire, he
wanted nothing more than to run away and escape from the sensations
his body was betraying him by experiencing but he knew there was no
escape. Even if he had been free of physical restraint he would not
have moved away.

The Man moved the ice cube up and down the underside of the boy's
cock, slowly melting it on the hot shaft, being careful to ensure that
the droplets of cold water dripped straight onto the boy's balls. He
paid special attention to the glans, melting an entire ice cube on the
head of the boy's cock, enjoying the way his muscles tensed and the
sweet moans of torture and cries for mercy and for him to stop that
were flowing from the boy's mouth. He loved those sounds, those
inhuman noises, the begging and whimpers and the moans and grunts of
pleasure and pain. He loved that he caused them and He loved that He
could stop them at any moment, by shoving a gag or other object into
the boy's mouth. He loved the power He had over that twitching,
writhing body He had restrained to the chair, He wanted to abuse it
and mould it and control it and knew that whatever He did to the boy
he would simply say "Thank You Sir", and be ready for more.

He picked up another ice cube from the bowl next to Him; the boy's
cock was still managing to stay erect despite the icy assault. This
would be a long night, He thought.