The Lock

Chapter One-2

My hand found my throbbing c**k. Creamy pre-c*m had been steadily dripping from my pee slit and covering the underside of my rock-hard shaft. f**k, I was hot!

“That’s fifty, slave. Did you like them? We’re about half way there,” the sexy Mistress asked him. “I think it’s time for a little change. I’m going to use the cat-o-nine tails for the remainder of your session. What do you think? Nine stiff, leather lashes instead of one. Nine times the pain every time I strike you?”

Slowly I fondled my balls and worked the hot, sticky juices into my hard stretched c**k flesh. I watched as the beautiful woman picked up the hideous cat and immediately brought it brutally across his already welting ass. All nine of the vicious tails spread out and found his extra tender flesh. He screamed mutely into the oversized ball gag and thrashed uncontrollably against the unyielding horse.

Repeatedly her whip found a new spot to leave its painful marks. As her whip bit cruelly into the backs of his thighs, the screen went black. I was out of time.

“No, not now! Oh f**k!” I said. My card ran out. I was sitting in near darkness with a raging hard-on, and the film had come to an end. I sat there for several minutes waiting for the over-heated blood to drain from my steel-like poker. Finally, I buttoned up my Levis and pulled my shirt down over my still rock-hard boner.

I went up to the counter and asked the woman for another twenty dollars on my card.

“Found one you really liked today, kid?” the clerk asked. “You know the film is still running. You probably missed the best part. Why don’t you just rent the DVD and take it home?”

“Can I do that?”

“Sure, it’s five bucks a day. All you need is an ID and a credit card. So, what film were you watching?”

“Ah…. I’m not sure of the title.”

“Tell me what it’s about,” she said.

“Ah – ah…. A guy is – ah – bound over a bondage horse and having his butt beaten by a woman dressed in black leather.”

“Oh, Ass Whipped Slave. You into that sort of thing?” the good-looking, middle-aged woman asked.

“No, I don’t think… ah, no. not really.”

She just grinned as I pulled out my driver’s license and Visa card. I couldn’t wait to get home and see him unable to escape and have his ass being brutally whipped on my 54 inch hi-def. My c**k immediately started to throb, creating a substantial bulge in my pants. I signed the credit card receipt as quickly as I could, knowing she could see my rising problem. I could feel the wetness of my juices against my flesh. God, I hoped it wasn’t leaking through these old faded jeans. After all, I dressed so fast, I didn’t put on any underwear.

“Just a minute,” the teasing clerk said, “I have to make a copy of your license.”

By the time she returned, I had adjusted my c**k a little to be a little less noticeable, but it didn’t lessen the intensity of my boner. My heart was racing and my balls were going into overdrive. I could feel my pulse pounding both in my chest and up the length of my out of control pecker. The thought of watching his ordeal repeatedly excited me beyond control.

She knew that I was in a state of excitement.

“You know the new issues of the magazines you usually buy just arrived. Want them today while you’re here?” she asked. She was stalling me, making me mentally suffer just a little.

She reached behind the counter and brought up three newspaper-like magazines. The woman knew me better than I realized. On the glass counter laid copies of Leather Links, Women in Command and Capitulation.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty, handing it to her without saying a word. She slid the tabloid-sized magazines into a bag and gave me back eight bucks.

“The DVD is due back by Monday, Sean Michael,” she said with a grin as she read my name from my license.

“Okay….”

“Sean Michael Malone. Is that Irish?” she asked inquisitively.

“No, it’s Scottish.”

“You mean like Rob Roy in the movie?”

“Yea, Rob Roy Macgregor. He was my grandfather many generations ago.”

“Neat! Tell me, do all Scotsmen have one like that?” she asked as she stared at the bulge in my pants.

I just blushed, turned away and headed for the door. She had noticed the size of my still-hard p***s.

I guess I’m lucky, being quite well endowed. My circumcised c**k is a couple of inches longer than the average. It’s better than eight inches in length and about an inch and a half thick when aroused. The large mushroom shaped head makes many a girl take a deep breath when they first see it, ‘cause it surely is a formidable weapon. My balls are about average. I guess, but nestle snugly at the base of my c**k in a tight little package. They don’t hang down loosely like a lot of guys.

I guess the old saying just doesn’t hold true. You know, “big feet – big dick.” I’m nearly six feet tall and wear a 10 ½ sneaker. With me, it’s just the opposite. Most guys would give their right nut to be hung like me.”

I just smiled and continued towards the door.

“Well, do they?” she asked with a little giggle.

“Probably not,” I grinned sheepishly.

“See you next week?”

“Probably Monday when I bring the movie back.”

“Okay big guy.”

As I headed up the street towards my apartment, I pushed my c**k down in a more normal position. I could feel something wet on my belly. As I looked down, I saw the huge wet spot on the front of my jeans. I supposed she noticed that too.

By the time I got home the guys were all there. I really wanted to go right to my room, strip naked and watch my movie, but I guess that wasn’t possible. I wouldn’t want any of my friends to see what I was doing or know the things that excite me.

“Hey Sean, where you been?” Jason asked.

“Just walked downtown and picked up a few things. What you guys doing tonight?”

“Eric and I are going up to my dad’s camp for the weekend,” Bob responded.

“What’s going on up there?” I asked.

“Oh, not much. Just some drinking and a chance to get away before mid-terms. What about you?”

“I’m going upstairs and get a little rest. Then it’s off to the party at Annie’s sorority. You know a lot of drinking and some good pussy.”

“What about you, Jay?” I asked.

“Marion and I are going to Boston for the weekend, remember? I got my girlfriend tickets to the American Idol concert. She’s really into that.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. The apartment was going to be mine for the whole weekend – no roommates, no one, just my movie and me. My mind shifted into mach speed overdrive.

It was only about 4:30. In a few minutes, they’d all be gone. I would have until late tonight to watch some poor masochist get his ass royally beaten. Many ideas started flashing through my brain. I could spend most of the evening in some sort of self-bondage and watch the movie repeatedly.

As soon as they leave, I’ll go get a secret locked duffel bag that I keep hidden in the trunk of my car. It holds a variety of bondage equipment that I’ve bought from time to time off the internet. Until they all disappear on their great weekend adventures, I’d download the DVD into my computer and fix it so it would keep replaying for the entire night if that ended up being the case. Then all I’d have to do is decide the best position to use, but by the time I reached the top of the stairs, it was all figured out. I’d chain myself up just a few feet from the screen, unable to move for several hours. The whole action would be right in my face, up close and personal. The earphones would allow me to hear every painful s***h of her cane and every one of his muffled screams and moans. I’d watch every one of his muscles react as her cane and cat brutally batter his perfectly presented ass.

It wasn’t long before my computer and big screen were ready. I found my wind-up alarm clock in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I’d set it up to hold the keys for my release. I liked the clock far better than a block of ice with a key froze inside. It was far less messy, not having the water dripping all over. Besides, with three other guys in the house and using the freezer I wouldn’t want one of them finding my keys frozen in some container.

I had filed a small notch in the alarm clock winding knob so a knotted string could be hooked over it. With the clock on the dresser far away from my reach, the string would stretch up through a ring in the ceiling light fixture and hold the keys to my locks far above me. When the alarm finally goes off, the knob turns as the spring unwinds, releasing the string and dropping the keys down to me. Only then will I able to release myself, but until then I’ll be bound, totally helpless and forced to watch his wonderful ordeal.

That was all I could do until all my buddies got their asses out of town. I just wished they’d hurry. Therefore, in the meantime, I pulled out one of my new magazines to check out the stories. Leather Links is probably my favorite. There are always a couple great stories and a wonderful drawing of some guy in some overly painful, extreme bondage.

I started thumbing through the pages and stopped at a drawing of a poor guy tightly bound outside to a tree. His cruel Mistress was carrying a huge hornet’s nest, which she was going to shove onto his giant waiting hard-on. “Holy s**t!” I thought out loud. I imagined how badly it was going to hurt when all those angry creatures started stinging his poor pecker as it invaded their nest. It will probably swell up to twice its normal size and the pain will last for days. Why couldn’t that be me, I thought.

Suddenly I heard the first of my friends leave. My already engorged c**k started dripping its juice. I knew that in a few minutes my self-imposed bondage would resemble one of those helpless guys in the magazine.

I was finding it hard to concentrate on the magazine, so I headed downstairs to see the last of my roommates leave. The time had finally arrived. As their car rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight, I went to my car and retrieved my burgundy duffle.

So I couldn’t possibly be disturbed, I took my car downtown and left it in the parking garage. It was only a few blocks away, but no one would know I was home and find me locked up tight. After all, I didn’t want anyone to see me when I was living out one of my secret fantasies.

In just a few minutes, I was naked in my room. I set the little clock to the proper time and set the alarm for ten o’clock. Since the final lock would be closed by six o’clock, I figured I would be in bondage for at least four hours.

Leather wrist and ankle cuffs were soon locked in place and a heavy steel screw eye was twisted tightly into the floor directly below the keys that hung above. I put an inch wide leather-ball spreader-strap tightly around my scrotum, leaving a short length of chain hanging down between my legs.

God, my heart was pounding as the excitement grew. All sorts of devilish things flashed through my mind. I knew that I had to use my head, but which one. The little brain in the end of my d**k was telling me things that I knew I would soon regret, but it made no difference. That part of my body would rule tonight.

I ran the string that held my keys through the ring below the light. As I picked up the alarm clock, my fingers slowly danced over the knobs. Reluctantly I grabbed the little knob that controlled the alarm setting. I couldn’t see the dial, but twisted it back and forth repeatedly. Now I had no idea what time the alarm would go off, but it didn’t make any difference. I would kneel in front of the TV and be forced to watch the film no matter how long it took. The steel locks and chains would never give. No matter how much I struggled, I would be held fast and completely helpless. How much better could it get?