Canadian Hospitality: Part 3
"It looks as if neither of my boys can be trusted to control themselves!" Trent grabbed me by the arm and led me toward the forbidding looking bondage bed, then gestured for me to sit. "I think that you're just as big of a bondage slut as Andre over there!" he said, laughing.
"Well, sir, I think that you're going to have to test that hypothesis," I joked nervously. Trent stepped forward and lifted the T-shirt over my head, smelling me as he did.
"I see that you followed my instructions regarding deodorant. Good boys shouldn't smell like flowers and body wash." He pushed my back onto the mattress, protected with a rubbery Sportsheet. Trent removed my New Balance trail runners without undoing the laces, then pulled off my no show socks. In one smooth continuous motion, my Adidas gym shorts joined the growing pile on the floor, soon followed by my black CK boxer briefs. For a moment Trent stood, admiring my nakedness. The moment was fleeting.
"Center yourself on the mattress," Trent commanded as he began pulling gobs of gear from the many shelves and hooks that lined the walls at either side of the bed. "I'm going to tackle your cow fixation early," Trent said, almost to himself, as a pile of tan leather restraints and straps accumulated around me. The restraints weren't standard fare for your average bondage enthusiast, as they weren't secured with buckles. These, I recognized, were "Humane Restraints"- often used to manage uncontrollable, mentally ill patients or unruly prisoners. They were certainly crafted to fill this very niche... or to keep a very naughty boy helplessly immobilized for some intense torments.
Trent approached and climbed suddenly onto the bed, and then onto me, straddling my bare chest. He looked intently at me for a few seconds before speaking. "Just so we're both clear on what you've bargained for.... restrained for the entire weekend. Heavy restraint. As long as the limits that we've already agreed to are respected, then I may truss you up in any manner that pleases me, for as long a I think you can endure...
"Oh, I can endure plenty!" I interrupted, laughing.
Trent, however, was already deeply entrenched in his favored dominant role. He put his forefinger up to my lips and I fell silent. "As I was saying before the boy interrupted," Trent began, smirking, "you will remain bound from this moment until I see fit to allow your release. Positions, predicaments, and tortures will change as I see fit. Understand?"
I nodded as wide grins spread across Trent's face, as well as my own. Remaining seated on my chest, Trent wrapped the first heavy cowhide restraint around my right wrist. Humane Restraints are simple, yet highly effective. These are longer than traditional buckling restraints, with a rigid, rectangular steel shackle that rises perpendicular to the restraint at one of its ends. This end is placed against the captive's limb first, before encircling a wrist or ankle. As the leather begins to wrap back over itself, one of many slots in the opposite end is lined up with the steel shackle. A slot at the end of the restraint is passed over the protruding shackle. This simple action determines the tightness of the restraint, though another step is needed to secure it.
My determined, grinning captor reached for one of the many one-inch wide straps of varying length that he'd piled onto the black Sportsheet. Crafted of the same natural cowhide as the restraints, these straps had been designed to pass through the rectangular shackles of the Humane restraints. These straps, when threaded through the restraint's rectangular shackle, would secure the leather cuff just as a cotter pin will prevent a wheel from falling off its axel.
Not only do these straps serve to secure the restraints themselves, but they also provide convenient anchor points to tie down the wearer. However, for the moment, Trent seemed content in simply applying the restraints to my wrists and ankles. Trent attached the second wrist restraint while still seated on my chest, then spun around and rested on my legs while repeating the same process with the ankle restraints. Trent climbed off of his captive, now adorned with four Humane Restraints, each bearing a long, unsecured leather strap.
Anticipating Trent's next move, I extended my arms over my head and to the sides, forming a V. Trent chuckled at my eagerness to get tied down and complied with the unspoken request. The strap leading from my right wrist restraint was still unbuckled, as were the rest. Trent captured a steel upright on the bed's frame at its upper right hand corner, then joined the two ends of the belt in a continuous loop. Cinching the belt only lightly, Trent secured the buckle.
My arousal hadn't flagged for an instant since encountering the heavily tattooed Andre in his helpless state, though I had grown rock-hard as Trent circled the bed, belting each of my ankles to the steel framing at the two corners of the foot of the bed. My cock had begun to overtake rational thought, and my remaining free hand leapt to it as Trent cinched down and buckled the strap securing my second ankle.
"NO, Hunter!!" Trent spat as he cruelly pulled my hand away from its target.
"Sorry, sir."
"Fuck you, boy! You're not sorry about shit!" Trent scolded, good-naturedly.
"No, sir!" I laughed.
"Yeah? We'll see..." Trent teased, pulling my left arm taught before capturing the bed's steel framework. I grunted with pleasure as he cinched this strap tighter than the previous three. He made his way back around the bed, re-cinching the straps at each ankle, and then at my right wrist. Racked out in a strict spread-eagle, I tested the effectiveness of the leather, pulling with each arm and leg individually before unleashing an all out barrage of thrashing with all four limbs. All that I managed to do was work up a sweat and generate a whole lot of that lovely creaking sound that leather makes when under strain.
Trent looked on in amusement, then once again moved to tighten the straps anchoring my right ankle and wrist. I was going nowhere, and was immensely turned on by the fact that my captor was just getting started.
"So, you're not one of those subs that just lies there?"
"No, sir!" I answered, redoubling my efforts to resist the taut leather. Trent momentarily left my field of vision as I thrashed about with my torso, trying with futility to scratch an itch on the small of my back. I was in mid flail, likely with my eyes closed, as I felt Trent climb atop me again. Like before, Trent straddled my chest. This time, however, he faced my helplessly exposed erection. Briefly- before it was whisked away from his shoulder- I caught sight of a coil of the same parachute cord that Trent had used in binding Andre's junk.
I moaned as Trent began wrapping the base of my cock and balls with the para cord. He tied my cock separately, then my balls. Next, he began a figure eight pattern around both as I flexed and struggled against the leather binding me and the weight of Trent's body. Trent completed this rope harness halfway up my cock, from which at least ten feet of remaining cord extended. I heard a metallic clank as Trent stood on the bed with his booted feet positioned at my sides. He quickly fed the loose end of the para cord over a pulley attached to the upper framework of the bondage bed. Before climbing down, Trent tied a small loop in the cord's final inches.
"This may counteract some of your thrashing," said Trent, as the source of the metallic clanking was revealed. From the edge of the bed Trent removed a cluster of half kilo brass weights that hung with carabineers from a large steel ring. I watched in anticipation as Trent removed the first weight from the ring and clipped it onto the loop at the end of the para cord. He allowed the weight to drop from his grasp once it was secured. It fell no more than six inches before jerking the para cord taut, but still managed to elicit a gasp and moan from me.
As if to prove Trent wrong, I resumed my thrashing, though only briefly. The effect of Trent's rigging was immediately apparent. By itself, the pull of the weight was tolerable- even pleasurable. My renewed flailing, however, compounded the effect, causing the weight to jump around, sharply tugging at my bound cock. I had barely ceased my latest test of Trent's handiwork when he added an additional weight to the cord, dropping it as he had the first.
"There ya go, smartass! Thrash some more... I've got plenty!" Trent laughed, jingling the mass of weights dangling from the ring still clenched in his fist.
"You could keep me still if you really wanted to," I taunted. "Completely still... I bet!"
Trent laughed deeply. "Point taken, Hunter!" He gathered another armload of similar looking leather gear from the wall, then dumped it onto both the bed and me. Trent began with the belt. It was thick, and five inches wide; crafted of the same tan cowhide as the Humane Restraints. Instead of the single rigid shackle of the wrist and ankle restraints, the belt had been constructed with two, separated by about a foot. Craning my neck, I looked on with keen interest as Trent wrapped the heavy belt around my midsection. It was positioned so that the section containing the protruding rectangular shackles rested across my abs.
"I love that there's still a lot of leather in that pile," I said, for the sake of conversation.
"I think you'll love it even more when its wrapped tightly around your arms and legs," Trent replied. "You know damn well that I know how to satisfy a bondage pig like yourself."
"I don't know shit, sir! You'll have to show me," I said, surprised at my own boldness. Trent laughed again, more deeply than before, as he snugged the belt and passed the slotted end over the metal shackles. Straps were fed through both of the belt's shackles. Trent climbed upon my back once more and captured attachment points at the left and right sides of the bed with the respective straps. By sitting atop me, Trent ensured that I was pressed deeply into the mattress as he bore down on each buckle. Trent climbed off of me, though the taut straps prevented the mattress from rebounding to its original position. I loved it!
Trent was in the zone. He looked confident, even cocky; bearing what I would call a "shit eating" grin as he set to work applying even more leather to my body. Traditional buckling restraints, though still of a natural cowhide, were tightened around my biceps- just above the elbow, then around my lower thighs. My captor paused to add a third half kilo weight to the two already dangling from the rope leading to my restrained hard-on. I moaned in mild protest.
Grinning even more broadly, Trent began feeding one of the longer straps through the D-rings of the restraints buckled around my left arm and thigh. Trent completed the loop and cinched the buckle tight, drawing my arm and leg towards each other and out of their locked, outstretched positions. I was beginning to breathe heavily as Trent repeated the process on the limbs on my right. The second strap was cinched just as tightly as the first.
"Uhhhhhhh... awesome, sir," I murmured. Trent said nothing, but began threading yet more straps through the same D-rings on each of the thigh and arm restraints. These were secured to the sides of the bed, racking my body even more completely. I craned my neck as best I could in an effort to survey my predicament, then allowed my head to collapse back to the mattress with a groan.
Trent looked at me with mild concern. "What's the matter, Hunter?"
"Uhhhhh..... absolutely nothing, sir. You need to come home with me so we can do this nightly!" I joked amid my panting. I jerked with all of my might to the left, then to the right. I attempted an all out flail, but could only move my head, hands, and feet. "Awesome. Fucking awesome!"
It seemed that more straps were in order. Trent leaned over and captured the second D-rings on the insides of both thigh restraints. He bore down on this strap with as much ferocity as the others, equalizing the directional tension on my legs. A final belt captured this previous strap at its center, and was then threaded around the framework at the foot of the bed. Trent completed this loop and bore down upon the buckle, completing a totality of restraint that few tops take the time and effort to achieve.
Trent gave my thigh a slap. "Hey, try thinking with your other head for a moment. Does anything hurt?"
"Hurt? No. Nothing else feels this good," I answered truthfully.
"Circulation okay? No numbness?"
Pushing back at rapidly encroaching bondage-induced euphoria, I made a concerted attempt to evaluate the condition of my limps. I pumped my fists and shook my feet, then flexed against the completeness of Trent's trussing. "Couldn't be better, sir," I answered confidently. Trent smiled.
"Good. Then lie there and contemplate the helplessness of your predicament." My captor turned tail and strode from the playroom. I did just what Sir had instructed- unleashing a ten minute squirm-fest, realizing for the first time just how exposed I was to the many torments of Trent's substantial arsenal. Some of the photos in Trent's profile galleries made Andre's and my own current treatment seem tame in comparison. What makes me a true bondage pig, I guess, is that this thought only served to increase my excitement and anticipation.
Focusing my exertions on my limbs, I pulled with both arms and legs with every ounce of my considerable strength. Andre... he is one ripped boy, though I'm no slouch. I've got a motley collection of single wrist and ankle restraints to prove it, too. Sometimes, when I'm intensely tied (especially when getting worked over by a top), adrenaline can take over. I seem to have no problem ripping apart poorly made restraints during a good struggle...and, from my perspective, a good ninety percent of the gear out there falls into this category. Rivets pop, buckles break, and leather tears. I toss out the casualty, and keep its mate as a trophy of sorts! Yeah, I'm sick...
I was trying my damnedest to put a slight dent in Trent's extensive gear collection, though I'm assuming that Humane Restraints are manufactured with "retard strength" in mind- lol! Encased in Trent's rope harness, my cock was as rock-hard as humanly possible. My pathetic thrashing shook the brass weights dangling above me into a continuous dance, which, in turn, sent a vigorous series of tugs and vibrations down the taut para cord that ultimately terminated at my cock. The effect was maddening, as the resultant sensations were enough to bring about a greatly heightened state of arousal, though not intense enough to grant me an orgasm.
Sweat ran down my face, and I could feel the rubbery Sportsheet beneath me beginning to slick up. While taking advantage of the fact that my head was still mobile, I began to take notice of the growing "aroma" from my pits that Trent had ordered. I too had enjoyed the scent of play partners before, but wasn't a fan of my own! Regardless, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and had just closed my eyes in an attempt to focus only on physical sensations when Trent shouted laughingly from the great room at the other side of the archway.
"Are you fucking kidding me!? You brought restraints!? That's... that's like sending sand to the Sahara! Shipping snow to Siberia!" He reentered the room carrying a single piece of my gear from home. Trent stopped before me suddenly; staring with incredulity and shaking his head. "Brings his own restraints! Dumb ass!"
I blushed, then giggled a bit. "Always the Boy Scout, I guess!"
"Dumb ass!" repeated Trent, jokingly. He was having a blast- two willing playthings trussed up in his own home... why wouldn't he be? Hanging from Trent's fingers was my favorite head harness muzzle- I have a serious fetish for muzzles (leather, rubber, latex, etc...), and Sir was very aware of this fact. He held up the black and chrome mass of leather and buckles. "Is this the one, Hunter?"
"Yeah it is," I answered, grinning.
"Nice, but I like symmetry... consistency. Bondage is my art." I listened to my captor's explanation with rapt attention. "Let's compromise."
"It's your call, sir," I said, making a comical attempt at a shoulder shrug.
"Damn right it is, but I aim to please..." Trent said, trailing off as he made for the far side of the playroom. Seconds later he was standing before me displaying a head harness muzzle of a design similar to my own, though this specimen was even more strict. The straps were wider and the leather thicker- crafted from the same natural cowhide as the restraints immobilizing me. If uniformity was what Trent was after, he had achieved it.
Trent approached, and I lifted my head from the mattress without prompting. First the collar was attached, followed by the four roller buckles securing the muzzle. The thick leather pressed firmly against my cheeks, chin, and lips as Trent bore down on each successive buckle with as much tenacity as he'd demonstrated when trussing my limbs and torso. Two additional buckles required adjustment- the first was the central strap that runs along the midline of the wearer's head, from neck to brow. The second encircled my head, just above the ears. There we go. I was golden.
Trent, however, wasn't quite finished. He was holding what appeared to be a massively thick and wide collar... or was it just a repurposed thigh restraint? Regardless, it matched the rest of the gear in appearance. The built-in collar of the muzzle must have been two inches wide, which is wide indeed. THIS collar had a minimum width of three inches, and was easily twice the thickness of that which was attached to the muzzle. Trent chuckled to himself as he leaned over to add insult to injury, wrapping this intense piece of gear over the top of the relatively tame collar below it.
"Too much?" Trent asked, hovering over my leather-clad face. That "shit eating" grin was back.
I mmphed "No, sir," inaudibly beneath the muzzle while shaking my head.
"Good, then don't get used to doing that." I stared back at my captor. He must have seen the confusion in my eyes. "Shaking your head...I'm about to relieve you of that freedom," he clarified.
I settled my head onto the mattress and let it happen. The heavy exterior collar bristled with D-rings, and Trent was busy feeding the end of a strap through one positioned at the left side of my neck. The strap's ends were joined in a loop after Trent captured an attachment point at the respective side of the bed's framework. He cinched lightly before buckling this time, then scrambled to the opposite side of the bed. Trent applied an identical belt to one of the collar's right side D-rings, then captured the bed's framework, just as before. This buckle was wrenched a bit more tightly, though so was the first, only seconds later.
One final strap remained clutched in Trent's grasp. Leaning above me, Trent captured the topmost of the muzzle's D-rings, followed by a cross member at the center of the bed's frame, twenty inches or so above my head. The slotted end was fed through the roller buckle and pulled taut. My head was now racked as completely as the rest of my body. Perfection. Bliss. Ecstasy.
The drawer of the nightstand to my left was opened. Trent rummaged for a moment, then sat on the bed beside me and amongst the multitude of taut straps. He leaned onto my chest, drawing his face closer to my own. There wasn't a whole lot of exposed skin between the straps of the head harness, though Trent managed to plant a few tender kisses on my cheeks and forehead, followed by my chest, stomach, and arms. Trent ran his nose across my left armpit, breathing in deeply. "That's what a boy is supposed to smell like," he whispered, sighing.
Before sitting up, Trent held two clothespins before my eyes. Well... they were SHAPED like clothespins, but were metallic in construction, with springs that looked far more robust than what's required to hang a towel from a clothesline! Go for it, I thought. Not that I really had any say in the matter.
I moaned beneath the muzzle as the first clamp was applied to my right nipple, then uttered a deeper cry as Trent secured the second to my left. Sir smelled me again, then turned his attention to the taut para cord occupying the space between my cock and a pulley suspended from the bed's framing above. Trent flicked the cord with his index finger repeatedly, and in quick succession. He set the weights swinging through the air as the flicking resumed. Grunting like the piggy that I am, I flexed the muscles of my abdomen and legs in response to the intense stimulation.
Trent grabbed a hold of my bound junk without warning, bringing me to a near frenzied state. He just squeezed... only for moment, obviously aware of the fact that anything more would have resulted in a spectacular release. I wanted it desperately, but would only be deluding myself to entertain the notion that Trent would grant me this so soon. Then, as if my captor was in sync with his sub's thoughts, Trent climbed from the bed.
Through the extreme limits of my peripheral vision, I could see Trent making preparations at the open drawer of the same nightstand from which the nipple clamps had come. Was that the rustling of wires? Uh, oh. Wires indeed. I had only a vague impression of what was being done to my helplessly immobile body, but was sure of the fact that something had been wrapped around the head of my engorged cock, as well as around my balls. The material was soft- almost elastic. Chilly implements were also applied to my pecs, thighs, and the soles of my feet. I now knew my fate.
Something smooth was positioned beneath my bound balls as Trent chuckled sadistically. I was in for it, but this was exactly what I wanted... what I needed. Wasn't it? Trent stood beside the bed, towering above me and wearing a look of utter satisfaction. He stepped toward the open drawer of the nightstand, where I heard the barely audible click of a switch. A low humming filled the air and my body tensed. Every ounce of leather trussing me creaked under the strain of my ferocious tugging. The smooth, rounded surface propped under my balls was a vibrator wand!
A steady, mindless moaning poured from beneath the muzzle as Trent flipped yet more switches. "Andre needs a little attention. He's entering his fifth hour over there," laughed Trent. "I set the electro-stim to random. Random in both frequency AND intensity! Enjoy!" And with that, Trent walked away, choosing to ignore the muffled shriek that accompanied the first insidious pulse from the e-stim machine.
Note: Andre will be joining me in the next chapter...
