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.