Restrained Freedom

I then slowly started tonguing, kissing, and teething my way down his chest, around his nipples and down his washboard abs. I reached up and applied the nipple clamps hanging down from the ball gag one after the other to his nipples, and I heard stifled screams from him from behind his gag. I brought the tip of the dildo to his navel and rotated it around the rim and pressed it in a bit to give him something to think about for when I moved to behind him. The gurgling sound he now was making around the rubber ball in his mouth told me he got the message. Down his belly and into his pubes my mouth and the twirling dildo moved.

I then played with his dick and balls with my mouth and slid the dildo back across the perineum through his legs and back and forth across his puckered asshole until he melted to me. I was deep throating him, and he was making very satisfied, if muffled, noises from his mouth and had set up a rhythm with his hips. I didn’t want this to get too conventional, though, so I popped his nicely engorged cock out of my mouth and moved through his legs, my tongue tracing the journey from the base of his balls all the way back to his asshole.

I rimmed Hank’s ass with my tongue at first, letting my tongue flicker into his hole and pushing his butt cheeks apart with my hands. The leg spreaders helped keep him open to me. He writhed in pleasure above me, obviously enjoying the attention. From time to time, I let a hand stray between his legs to check out his cock to ensure it hadn’t lost interest and to squeeze and roll his balls.

I had his asshole well lubricated with my spit now, and it was nicely open to me. I stood up and stripped down and reached for the tube of lubricant and lathered up the dildo real well. I moved to behind Hank and slapped my half-hard cock around on his butt cheeks. I’d seen him eyeing me in the showers, so he knew I was horse hung. I wasn’t as horse hung as the dildo I’d lubed up, though. After that, he wouldn’t have trouble handling me at all.

Hank seemed to like the feel of my cock beating against his butt cheeks. I soon had substituted the dildo though, and I worked it ever closer to his asshole. He arch his back, brought his legs back, and dipped his chest when he felt the head of the dildo gently rimming his asshole. He’d seen it and knew how long and thick it was and was doing all he could to ensure it didn’t split him in two when I’d worked it in—which I proceeded to do slowly but relentlessly. I had nearly a foot of thick dildo to work inside him, and I took a long time doing so. It had an extra bulbous mushroom head on it, so there was no buildup of strain as it moved up his canal—the biggest was always right up front.

Hank was straining and grunting and groaning through the experience, but I could tell that he was with me on this, that this was exactly what he wanted and that was keeping him on edge. I was getting excited now too. The way he was straining back, there was a shelf at his waist above his big, round butt cheeks, and when I’d gotten the dildo all the way in, I hiked my right leg up onto this shelf and nestled closely into Hank. My now-engorged cock was rubbing up against his left hip, and I knew he was aware of it there. My right hand held the dildo inside his ass and corkscrewed it inside him and slowly churned it in and out, while I wrapped my other arm around him and my left hand pinched on his nipple clamps and stroked down to his cock and balls and gave them some more attention. I kissed and nuzzled his shoulder blades while he trembled underneath me, a background of pain swept over with intense pleasure.

He came in my hand then in a prodigious fountain of pent-up man sex.

I untied and pulled the gag from his mouth and ripped the clamps off his nipples. Free to speak, he told me through gasps and groans that the dildo was awesome but that he wanted me to fuck him with my own cock, that he had wanted my cock inside him for some time.

But I hadn’t ungagged him to hear this. I had wanted him free to scream through the next procedure—to be able to tell me if and when he really couldn’t endure any more.

I lifted my leg off the small of his back and slowly pulled the dildo out—but when I could see the rim of the mushroom head, I plunged it back in up to the hilt. Hank threw his head back and screamed at the ceiling, but I covered his mouth in a brutal kiss, as I pumped the dildo deep inside him for another thirty seconds. I could feel his knees going to rubber, and I pulled the dildo all the way out and threw it to the side.

“Now you,” Hank gasped. “Now your cock inside me. That ring through the head. I want to feel that ring deep inside me.”

“Eventually,” I whispered in his ear. “First some police work, though.”

He felt me pulling his billy club out of the equipment belt that still encircled his waist, and he started to moan and hiccup in fear.

“No, man. Not that. Please.”

I lathered the belly club up and leaned my mouth back to just inches from his ear.

“I’ve heard you’ve used this in perps before,” I whispered. “Haven’t you ever wondered how it felt?”

“No, no, Lance. Not that. NO! A-u-g-g-h!”

The billy club wasn’t nearly as thick or as long as the dildo had been, but, although it also was rubberized, it also wasn’t as flexible as the dildo, so it could only go straight up his canal.

“Oh Gawd, oh Gawd, Ah, FUCK!”

“Precisely,” I said in a deep-throated voice, now on the edge myself. “I wonder if the perp who owns this place ever let his victims scream like you are. I wonder if the neighbors heard nothing—or if they heard and did nothing. If they can hear you, maybe they’ll just think it’s business as usual in here.”

Hank had obviously had enough of this, so I stopped, wiped his billy club off on the edge of the bedspread and sheathed it back on his equipment belt.

“But I want you to fuck me now, Lance. No more of this dildo shit. Get that big prick inside me.”

“OK, sure,” I said. “But I was kind off wondering what our perp might have down in the basement that the forensics team was so interested in checking out.” I, of course, knew precisely what was in the basement awaiting us.

I looked around and found some leg shackles and exchanged these for the leg spreader, clamping them at his ankles. I released his wrists from the wall restraints but quickly had him locked up again with my own handcuffs. I shuffled him through the house and down the basement stairs, and, I quite enjoyed Hank’s excitement when we found a black-painted, padded-walled room with a sling on chains hanging from the ceiling in the middle.

I pulled Hank’s shirt off his back as I pushed his butt down into the center of the sling. He didn’t fight me as I uncuffed his wrists and recuffed them high on the suspending chains running up on either side of his torso and then unshackled his ankles and cuffed those up high on the two suspending chains running up on either side of his butt.

I unpopped the gag then and let him talk—and grunt and pant and moan—me through what he liked and what he really liked—and what sent him over the moon. It turns out he liked ten minutes of tonguing his asshole and fifteen minutes of fingering and nearly fisting his asshole. And he really throwing his head back and sucking me off while I pinched his nipples. He also really liked thirty minutes of my cock churning inside him with a string of beads I’d found nearby attached to the silver ring piercing the head of my cock combined with what my hands were doing on his torso and with his dick and balls. But what sent him howling over the moon was the twenty minutes of deep fucking with the electrified cock sheath and extender I’d found that made my cock thicker and longer—and more highly charged—then the dildo had been.

During the two hours we spent in that basement room, we each came two more times and Hank admitted that this session had far surpassed what he had been expecting.

In the time we had left, I smoked a cigarette and tossed off some of the perp’s scotch while Hank moved around in the nude, cleaning up after our use of the facilities. When he’d finish, I slammed him down on his back on the kitchen table and scrambled up and crouched on top of his chest, my knees pinning his arms against his sides. I forced him to suck me off one last time, with me bobbing his head back and forth on my cock with my fingers buried in his hair and brutally fucking his mouth and throat. He seemed to enjoy that as much as anything that had gone before and gushed over with the regret that we couldn’t have access to the toys in this devil’s den any more.

I assured him that we’d have plenty of opportunity to explore our fetishes and that what I had in my basement made this place look like a nursery school.