He pulled the boy from the room, on two legs, but he’d learn eventually, and back in the main part of the out-house with the box. As he led him around it, he felt the boy pulling slightly towards it, clearly wanting to get a better look at it. He’d get a much closer look soon enough, he thought as he smiled to himself and brought the boy to the far end of the
room by the cage.
The cage had four heavy duty rings welded to the top side that he usually used to suspend it from the ceiling, but with the cage down on the concrete floor they served equally well as anchor points for boys being prepared. He pushed the boy against it, his waist just level with the top, then forced him to bend forwards across the cold iron bars.
As he moved around to the far side away from the boy, he could see the goosebumps come up along the back on his neck down to the rubber as the cold from the bars crept through his new skin. Pulling each arm roughly he buckled the slave’s wrists into restraints already waiting at the ends of two chains from the rings furthest away from where the boy was bent over the cage, he’d shorten those later, but for now he just needed to get him
fixed into position.
Down by the slave’s bare feet were two similar restraints, he held the boy’s feet firmly as he attached the leather straps tightly, feeling the boy gently shivering. With this done, he then unclipped the wrist restraints and dragged the boy’s arms as far as they’d go and re-attached them to the chains thereby stretched the boy taut over the cage.
The boy had his head looking down into the cage between his out stretched arms, resting on the bars. He looked at the leather covered mat lining the inside of the cage and wondered who had last been in there and what had happened to them. He could make out smudges of lube on the leather from where a slave had sat with something up his butt. His cock twitched.
Standing behind the boy he took hold of the zip on the jeans and slowly drew it open, first down along the boy’s ass then all the way forwards letting his dick hang out. As it fell out, long clear ropes of precum connected it back to rubber, and it hung there pointing straight ahead through the cage towards the boy’s chest, his balls were a good size and hung there responding with slight movements as the boy’s dick occasionally dipped and twitched.
Taking two lengths of rope he would each round the slave’s legs just below the knee, making 4 turns on each. Tying a good strong knot to prevent the loops slipping he then tied off each piece of rope to the side of the cage, pulling the boy’s knees wide apart and effectively holding them rigidly to the cage. This left everything hanging freely and spread his butt cheeks well.
He stood back, a kodak moment perhaps? The turns of the rope, white against the glossy black of the rubber looked hot, and the small movements the boy was trying to make to ease the strain on his legs forced out into that position were quite cute.
Not quite ready yet though.
He always used the same rope, magicians rope which was all cotton without any nylon core, which ensured the knots never slipped. A further length of it he tied around the boy’s balls, tugging them firmly with a couple of turns of the cord, and tying it off with a short length just loose. As he handled the slave’s balls, he boy let out some gentle whimpers, clearly very turned on by being restrained, and bead after bead of precum now flowed out of his cock down the rope of older precum that had been attached to the rubber.
Some of it got on his hands, and when he put them under the boy’s nose he started licking it off slowly but completely, savouring every moment of it. The boy clearly wasn’t confused about his role any more!
“Good boy, good boy”, he said softly
When he’d licked it all off he thanked his Master dutifully with the meekest voice he’d ever heard. But the boy had to take pain as well as pleasure, so what happened next probably came as a rude awakening. He cupped his tied off balls in one hand, the other still being licked even though it was already more than clean, and then mid-lick, squeezed hard. Instantly, the boy tried to double up from the pain as it built up in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn’t and simply slammed his head into the bars. It’s good when a boy’s instincts cause him more discomfort.
He was obviously trying to get up off the cage as his feet were working back and forth as though trying to stand up. But he wasn’t going anywhere; he started to howl and then he started to plead.
“Aahh, let go!”
“Let go of me!”
“Aarghhh, please Sir, please SIR!”
He let go, but not before squeezing just a bit harder which made the boy jolt and yelp wonderfully. He sagged back onto the cage, no longer trying to get off, his cock still standing out proudly, but the cords of precum had come off and there was now a pool of it just inside the cage on the mat. He pulled on the rope round the slave’s balls, making them stick out behind him and pointing his dick straight down. He saw his body tense, anticipating what was to come next. He tied the rope off to a hook on the wall, fixing his slave’s genitals in that position and then stood alongside his stretched out body, running his hands up and down the boy’s back and then his head. Just watching his slave.
Watching as in a few moments the boy turned his head to look at his Master, wondering why nothing had happened. Then a few more minutes passing, the slave getting daring, and starting to push back and pull forwards as much as he can to try and get some leverage on his cock.
Out of the sight of his boy, he reached up to the shelves above the cage and rooted around for something. This much the boy could now hear, but could not turn to see what it was. His movements, as limited as they were, became more inquisitive and adventurous as he determined to twist enough by some means in order to see what his Master was doing.
Then he found it and brought it down in front of the boy’s face, but just out of reach. The boy saw it and immediately clamped his mouth shut, whimpering and trying to pull his head as far away from it as possible. The gag was the size and shape of a small fist and made out of solid black rubber. The shape was a little strange, but the boy quickly recognized that this was meant to fit snuggly within his mouth and fill it completely.
But the degree to which it would obviously have filled and stretched his jaw wasn’t the bit that frightened the boy; it was the thick tube that ran through the gag, going an inch further inside its victim, and hanging out about a foot on the outside. Surely if that went in him he’d spend the whole time concentrating on keeping his gag reflex in check, or he’d be in serious trouble.
The boy was adamant that this gag was not going in him, but his Master had expected this and from where he was standing alongside the boy, with the gag held in front of his face with one hand, he brought the other down firmly on the boy’s tethered balls, illiciting an immediate and pitiful scream. But it was short lived of course, no sooner was his head thrown back in pain, and his mouth opened to scream than the gag was deftly shoved in.
Realising his position the boy fought hard to push the gag back out, but his tongue was held down firmly in the bottom of his mouth by the sheer bulk and shape of it. Now he really did start to panic, trying desparately to writhe out of his bonds and kick himself away from the cage over which he was securely stretched, but he managed only to pull on his arms painfully and slap his dick against the cold bars of the door of the cage between which it was still pointing straight down and steadily leaking despite his fear.
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