5. The Harness Dare
“So how’s the new flat?” Colin asked as I made a mug of coffee for myself. We each had our own mug, and the guys had presented me with one soon after my afternoon wearing the rubber hood. It had a cartoon figure in a fully enclosing rubber gimp suit resting on his elbows and knees imprinted on it and the legend ‘The Trainee’. “Settled in properly?”
About five years my senior, Colin was good looking, a joker and a wizard with the website. He was the youngest member of the original founders of GearFet and did all the company photography, and like me, wasn’t blessed with the kind of athletic body Gene had. My coffee mug was his idea, as each of the guys had an individual mug, all with an erotic or suggestive cartoon on it. His own mug had the image of a hooded muscular figure in a skimpy brief showing the strain of containing his arousal. The others joked that it showed Colin’s ‘dream’.
“I’m in it,” I retorted. “Still trying to get used to a place that’s just me — my own, that I can do my own thing in.”
“Great, so you need to hold a housewarming party.” Jerry announced, joining us. “We’ll make it a bring something to share and a bottle party.”
“Good idea.” Gene announced from the door. “Morning all. Well Alex, when should we all descend on you to celebrate? Would you like to celebrate?”
Looking round all the grinning faces, I said, “When would you guys like to do it? I’m still getting used to the idea I have my own place … I haven't got any entertainment stuff ....” I smiled, adding, “And I’ve still not figured out how to cook more than bacon and eggs or anything …”
“Bullshit,” Marco punched my arm gently as Wally joined us from Marco’s workshop.. “What’s cooking got to do with it? Tomorrow’s Saturday. How about tomorrow night? We’ll bring some eatables and something to drink.” Indicating the image on my coffee mug, he grinned. “Maybe even something to keep you out of trouble while we warm the place up for you.”
“Good idea,” Jerry cut in. “Well, Alex? How about it? Yours, tomorrow at eight in the evening?” He laughed, tapping the picture on my mug. “Gimp suits optional.”
I looked at the picture, and grinned. “Optional? Looks like I’d need a lot of help to get into it!”
“Says the guy who works with all this stuff and has only tried a hood,” Jerry teased.
“Yeah, well …” I felt my cheeks burning.
“It’s okay, Alex,” Gene gripped my shoulder. “As long as you know that any time you want to try something — just say.” Grinning, he patted it. “None of us is ever going to force anything on you, and you may not be into the kind of thing we enjoy anyway.”
“Yeah, I know, but …” Pausing I shot back. “I guess I won’t know until I’ve tried it.” I hesitated. “There’s a harness in the back of the stockroom … can I try it?”
“Harness in …” Gene frowned. “I remember. You sure? That one was a special order, and the sub it was made for took one look and refused to even try it.” He studied me for a moment. “What do the rest of you think? Should we let him?”
“Why not?” Colin grinned, his expression hopeful. “But if he does, he has to wear it all day.”
“And for the party,” Marco declared, laughing. “Only kidding, it’d be a real cramp on your fun.”
“Alex?” Gene asked, his hand on my shoulder. “It’s your choice. You don’t have to do it.”
I looked round the kitchen, taking in the grinning faces round me. Glancing at the picture on my mug, I waved it at them.
“I know, Gene, but I’ll do it. You guys have been fantastic, and I do want to try that harness — it’s kinda been calling me since day one …” I laughed, my cheeks still fiery. “Besides, I can’t work here and stay a ‘virgin’ without ever trying something wild …”
Jerry retrieved the harness while I stripped. The others had all finished their coffee and gone back to work, leaving me alone with Jerry.
“You can’t get this on alone,” he told me laying it out on the kitchen table. “It’s intended to make you completely helpless. And it does the job very efficiently.” Eying my obvious arousal in my cheap M&S briefs, he asked, “Sure you really want to try this? It’s pretty heavy for a first timer.”
“I said I’d do it …” Grinning, I eyed the harness, very aware of my cock straining to escape my briefs. This was the first time I’d really taken a good look at it as it had been on a hanger and partly hidden from view on the end of a shelving unit. It was a lot more complicated than I’d thought, built round heavy shoulder pieces, from which hung a sort of corset, a crotch piece and thigh cuffs that looked long enough to reach from hip to knee. Then there were cuffs for wrists and elbows, and a head harness attached to the collar and shoulder piece. “It looks awesome.”
“Yeah, it is. Designed by a guy into real bondage with a bit of S&M.” He shrugged. “Not everybody’s scene and the guy he wanted to use it on took one look and refused even try it.” Grinning he continued, “Actually, it’s not that bad. I tried it, and it’s bloody impossible to escape, but good fun.”
“Looks it.” I gave a lopsided grin. “Where do I start?”
“It’s easier if I put it on you.” Jerry paused. “You okay with that? You can do the intimate bits yourself.”
“Okay. Go for it.” My cheeks burned. “Um, there’s a good chance …”
“Yeah, it often happens the first time you wear something like this. Don’t worry about it.” Grabbing a wad of kitchen towel, he handed it to me with a smile. “That’ll help mop it up.” Picking up the harness he asked, “Ready? Then turn around and I’ll get it all into position and then we can start securing and adjusting it on you.”
Turning my back to him, I clutched the paper towel as he fitted the open shoulder piece around my neck then eased the open corset into place. With that settled, he secured the front opening in the shoulder piece and the collar, then eased the head harness over my face and head and secured the several buckles fixing it in place. Next came the cuffs on my upper arms that anchored the shoulder piece.
This now left the corset section suspended by a broad tapered band from the back of the shoulder piece down my back and connected by a metal Ring to the back of the corset. Further straps at the front, linked the shaped corset to the shoulder piece. Quickly Jerry positioned the thigh pieces, loosely doing up the top most straps.
“I’ll fasten the corset next. That’ll put the crotch shield in the right place, and you must shed the briefs, and sort your tackle through the opening. Think you can manage that?”
“Er, I guess.” Pushing my briefs down I found they were now stuck — the thigh cuffs prevented removing them. “Um …”
“Yeah, I’ll deal with that in a moment.” Jerry said as he tightened the corset. “Deal with your tackle,” he added as he released and rescued the thigh pieces as he slipped my briefs down to my ankles.
Getting my now hard cock through the opening was easier than getting my balls though it, but I managed.
“Well done.” He said, smiling as he secured the thigh pieces firmly. “Spread your legs a bit, this strap has to come up to the back of the corset and anchor the shield. That’s the way — tell me if I’m making it too tight.”
“It feels … pretty good like that.”
“Now fasten the straps attached to the shield around your rather attractive cock, please. Oh, and the lowest strap goes round the neck of your ball bag — do that one first.”
Following his instructions I did as he told me, aware my supercharged cock was leaking copious precum which I mopped carefully with the paper towel.
“All secure? Tight as you think you can stand.” Watching as I fastened everything, he nodded. “Okay, now I can fit the codpiece, he swung the shaped piece into place and secured it. “Good fit!” Standing again, he began adjusting all the straps until it began to feel really snug on my body. “Okay, arms to your sides.” Cuffs embraced my arms just above the elbow, and then my wrists were attach to the tops of the thigh pieces. “All done, just the gag and you're set. Comfortable?”
“It feels … amazing. Different to what I expected … but better … Um, how’m I going to do any work?”
“We’ll find a way.” Jerry laughed. “Gag time. Ready for it?”
“Doubt it, but I don’t seem to have a choice now.” I retorted with a laugh. “I just hope no customers show up today.”
The gag was a tongue depressor type attached the a muzzle fastened to the head harness. With it on speech wasn’t going to happen …
“There you go, Alex, you look fabulous like that.” He smiled, and I couldn’t help noticing the tension in his jeans. “How’s it feel to be completely at everyone’s mercy?” He asked as he collected my clothes, folded them neatly and stowed them in one of the cupboards. “Go and show Gene, Marco, Wally and Colin how good that looks on you. I’ll print out the orders and have them ready for when they've had an eyeful.”
“Mmmmff.” I managed, flexing myself against the cuffs on my elbows and wrists. He was right, I was helpless, the position of my hands meant I couldn’t reach the codpiece covering my cock. I could just about touch it, but there was no way I could prevent anyone who wanted to, from accessing my crotch, my butt or any other part of my body. And the gag made sure I couldn’t object.
He laughed. “I removed this bit.” Holding out a detailed dildo, he added, “It’s supposed to be attached to the strap through your butt, but you need a bit of preparation for something like this.” With a wink, he continued, “Maybe next time …”
I looked at the dildo and shivered, glad he’d detached it. One day I’d want to let someone fill my butt — and I hoped it would be someone with a cock like this dildo …
Marco and Wally did a double wolf whistle as I stood in the door to their workshop.
“Looks fantastic on you, kid!” Wally exclaimed. “You look like you’re enjoying it too!”
“Hey, hey, now that’s a good outfit for you, Alex.” Colin propelled me into the workshop. “We should put you on our logo!” He grinned as I faced the trio. “Hey, there’s an idea — we need a team photo with Alex in that as our test subject.”
“What ‘test’ subject?” Gene asked as he stopped in the door. He stopped and ran his eyes over me, a slow smile spreading. “Like it, Alex?”
The head harness hid my blush, and the codpiece concealed my arousal, but in spite of the craziness of what I was doing, I nodded vigorously. I did like the feel of it, and if the guys had demanded sex, I’d have given whatever they wanted.
“Knew you were a sport, kiddo.” Gene had a lopsided smile. “He looked at the others. Would you like a photo, Alex? Your first time in a bondage situation? With the whole team?”
Without hesitation I nodded again. I wanted to remember this moment — and share it with these guys.
“I’ll set up the camera in reception.” Colin squeezed past Gene and disappeared as the others moved closer and began to examine the harness fit and adjustment on me.
Their touch as they checked the straps and buckles, was gentle, and erotic without being actually sexual. I found I loved the contact. I wanted sex. I wanted someone to take me and make love to me like this …
“Come on. Let’s get that photo,” Gene announced, his voice gruff. Gripping my arm, he steered me to the small room at the entrance to the flat from the stairs.
His grip sent a tremor through me as we moved, the others teasing and joking as they arranged themselves around me facing the camera Colin had set up opposite the wall with the company logo. Satisfied with the pose and the focus, he looked up.
“Wait! He needs to be hobbled!” Diving into a display, he retrieved a set of ankle cuffs linked by a short bar, dropped to his knees and fitted them. “That’s better. Now he looks the business.” Checking the camera again, he joined the group, the remote trigger for the camera in his hand. “Smile nicely, Alex …”
The camera clicked, the shutter loud, and it fired up several more times as the guys rearranged themselves around me, joking and laughing all the time. I was very conscious of the fact that Colin was always next to me, and his hand gripping my small, firm, butt cheek.
“Right, funs over, guys,” Gene eventually announced. “Everyone back to work. Jerry, you can sort out how Alex manages from here.”
“Come on then, slave,” Jerry laughed. “Let’s see how you manage. I think the ankle hobble better stay though.”
“I’ll release your wrists,” Jerry told me grinning as he began to release the first buckle. “That should make it possible for you to pick the goodies off the shelves.”
“Mmf?” I tried to indicate the gag and the hobble.
“Nope, you don’t need to talk and most of what needs picking is in one room.” Clearly enjoying my situation, he said, “That’s it — off to work, Alex.” Patting me gently on the butt, he laughed. “Damn, but you do look bloody sexy like that.” Handing me an order form, he grinned. “Here’s the first order.”
“Gnmmf,” I managed reading the order. Okay, I’d asked for this, so I got to work.
The hobble meant I couldn’t move fast, and some of the items weren’t easy to reach, but I filled the first order, and then a second and a third. Each order went into a plastic basket, with the form on top, and Jerry then packed the items in the appropriate packaging, fastened the address label and the postage label and sealed it.
By midmorning I’d picked ten more orders, including a couple of special ones made up by Marco and Wally and needed a break. In the kitchen Jerry made me a coffee and had just put it in front of me when Colin walked in.
“Better take the gag off. Otherwise it’ll be wasted …” He laughed. “Still enjoying the experience, Alex?”
I nodded and realised that lifting the mug to my mouth was going to be tricky as well with my elbows fastened to the corset part of the harness.
“Go on then, Col, take the gag off him — you know you want to.” Jerry took a seat at the table as Colin began to unbuckle it. “You’re doing pretty well in that harness, Alex, but would you like to take it off now?”
“Thanks, Colin,” I glanced up at him and smiled as he removed the gag. “It’s okay, Jerry, now I’m used to it, it’s quite comfortable — apart from the hobble. That’s chaffing my ankles a bit.”
“Then we’ll have that off you too, kid.” Jerry grinned. “Don’t want you crippled. Better release your elbows too while you drink your coffee.”
“I’ll do it,” Colin cut in, and Jerry laughed as he watched the younger man kneel and remove the cuffs from my ankles. His touch sent a small thrill through my legs. It was gentle, almost tender.
With the hobble removed and no longer gagged, the rest of the morning was pretty productive and we got a good pile of orders ready for posting by the time I usually took everything to the post. The one awkward moment, just before lunch, and with Jerry out fetching our burgers, I needed the loo — and couldn’t release the codpiece or access the straps holding my cock so firmly inside it.
After several minutes trying to figure out an alternative, I went to Colin’s corner off the ‘reception’ we seldom used.
“Um, Colin,” I opened from the door. “I’ve got a bit of a problem …”
“A problem?” He grinned. “Let me guess, you need a piss?”
I nodded, my cheeks on fire.
“No problem, Alex,” he replied, his voice husky. “Come here and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, not trusting my voice. Just the prospect of his touching my crotch had me hardening.
“Bugger, no wonder you can’t get this thing off.” He grinned, looking up at me as I stood in front of his seat. “The pins are secured with these lock studs. Didn’t Jerry explain them to you?”
I shook my head. “No. I just assumed they were like the others we sell.”
“Nope, these are special. Hang on, I’m going to need my long nose pliers.” He searched the litter of tools on his desk. “Here we go. You okay with me getting personal here?”
“I’m pretty much …” My grin was a bit lopsided. To be honest my pulse was racing and my cock straining against the narrow straps securing it in place. From the first I'd been attracted to Colin and his cheeky, casual jokes. “I’m worried I might … when you …”
“Don’t be. I’ll take it as a compliment.” He set to work with his pliers and released the studs, then eased the codpiece so it hung below my crotch. Looking into my face, he asked quietly, “Would you like me to undo the straps for you?”
“Erm, I think …” I began, then changed my mind. “I think I may have made them too tight …”
“You may be right.” He grinned. “I’ll be careful …”
I bit my lip as he began to loosen the top strap, his fingers in contact with my now straining erection. I forced myself to think of anything but those gentle fingers contact with my rigid erection. Taking a piss would be impossible like this, and I knew I’d need to jerk myself off before I could …
“Looks like you may need a little more help …” Colin’s soft comment, accompanied by his gentle hold on my member, sent a shiver through me. “May I ..?”
“Please … I may …” His mouth caressed my slit, then engulfed my over excited cock.
“Oh. Oh fuck …” I gasped as my cock exploded.
He held me firmly in his mouth, gently sucking down my cum. When I stopped shooting, and started to soften, he gently released my member, kissed it, and looked up, smiling.
“Thanks, Alex,” he said softly. “I’ve been wanting to give you that since …” Squeezing my butt cheeks, he stood and kissed me on the mouth. “Better take that leak — I can strap you up again when you’re ready. And thanks again for giving me the pleasure …”
Glad the others were all still busy, I nipped into the toilet, emptied my bladder and cleaned myself and the ‘shield’, covered in precum, carefully, then returned to Colin.
“Do you mind?” I grinned, “I better be all secured again before Jerry gets back.”
“Mind?” Colin grinned. “Next time I want to do it properly …” He worked quickly and had my cock secured — it was swelling again by the time he’d finished — and the codpiece back in place in a few minutes. “Comfortable now?”
“I guess,” I replied. His touch had been incredibly gentle, almost loving. “And, thanks, Colin. Especially for …”
“Your first time?” He read my reply in my expression, and reached out to take my hand. “Thank you for giving me the privilege …”
