Owning Dale

It had been almost six months since I had snared Dale. We'd met a few times, I had even let him cum once or twice before putting his cock back in it's cage and sending him home. We even had a trip away once. Dale even got a much hinted for straitjacket for his upcoming birthday.

I hadnt seen the boy for a fortnight and I was off work and doing some work on my house when Dale text me on the Wednesday.

"Please send me the key. I am really frustrated and need to blow my load. I can't concentrate on my revision for my finals - and its my birthday soon and I am one huge frustrated mess. I am free all this week and next then I have to revise. Please?"

I was off work for a fortnight, and would hapily have had Dale come over today. I would have him over every day if I could. But, I was still enjoying toying with the lad (with whom I was totally infatuated). So I replied. 

"Off work next Tuesday. Come then". 

"I'll be there for 10am". 

Dale arrived, almost exactly as he did on the first day. Tight white tee shirt, tight blue jeans, but no smile. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but his bulge seemed bigger. Dale came in and dumped his hold all and immediately held out his wrists. I looked at him.

"I know the rules," he said, "cuffs on then cage off," he said with a pained and desperate look on his face. "Please," he said, "I am going out of my mind."

"Ok," I said as I produced handcuffs from my back pocket and cuffed his wrists. "Now?"

"Yes, please," he said.

I grasped the cuffs and led Dale upstairs to the bedroom. My wardrope door was ajar and Dale was peeking inside as I prepared his leg irons. I could see his mind doing overtime. Dale was always interested in the toy cupboard, and always asking to play with something. I was just hoping he hadn't spotted his birthday present. 

"Ok, on the bed," I said.

Dale obediently hopped onto the bed and into position. I locked his ankles in place and tightened the chains. I swear his long amd toned legs were more developed than before. Maybe his jeans were tighter. Either way... Nice. 

I produced his collar and secured it in place, before wrapping the leash around the bed post. Dale was mine again. He had followed the, by now, established routine. 

"Before I gag you," I enquired, would you like to play with yourself for a change?"

Dale's little face lit up with that beautiful wide smile that beamed and made his chizzled features stand out and eyes sparkle. 

"Ok," I said as I put the ball gag securely in place, "I thought you might," and smiled.

Dale was still sparkly eyed as I stroked his inner thigh while padlocking the chain of his handcuffs to a side belt loop on those beautifully tight jeans. Dale tugged at them, heaving his package with each tug. 

"Later," I said and left the room.

In truth, I was as gagging for Dale's cock as he was for some relief. But, there was so much about Dale that I still didnt know and i was insatiably curious about him. In fact, I would use the word obsessive. I took his holdall into the living room and went through his stuff while he was struggling away and making "Mmmmmmmphhhhh" noises. Poor lad. Dale had a very high sex drive and I had confined him for a while. 

There were no clothes in his bag. I pondered this for a while as I kept sifting. The Ohmibod was there, condoms and fresh padlocks. It occurred that Dale hadn't intended to stay. He wanted a quick splash and dash. Cheeky fucker. He had 5 days free. I emphasise had. They were now mine. 

Returning upstairs, Dale had nodded off. I crept past him to the wardrobe of filth and lifted out a couple of items; two pairs of PVC shorts; 34" waist for me, 30" for Dale's sexy snake hips, with zips front and back on both pairs. A posture collar, whip and Dale's birthday present were also chosen. While I would need to awaken and untie Dale to get the gear on him, I was free to disappear into the bathroom so slip into my shorts and holster the whip. 

I woke him up in my favourite way, stroking his inner thigh. It was something of a sweet spot for Dale and usually resulted in a semi. As his bulge twitched lightly, he opened his baby blues. I released the gag.

"Not funny," was his groggy response. 

I unclamped his legs to let him stretch, and took the leash from the bed posts and held it myself. 

Still stroking his inner thigh, I removed the combination padlock from the cuffs and let Dale play with his groin. 

"So," I began, "Looks like you weren't planning to stay the night?"

"Err, well..." he spluttered. 

"Told you, mate. When you're here, you're mine. I will decide when you leave."

Dale's eyes darted sideways. He was still fondling his groin. I moved his hands aside and squeezed his package. Those pods were close to bursting. I undid his jeans, loosened the belt and produced the keys that also unlocked the cage. It came off, much to Dale's relief. For my part, I was hypnotised. I put my mouth around the rim and worked my tongue around the angry, purple head. Dale put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down hard. As he came, covering the back of my throat with his tasky white mess he pushed down again. I gagged choked and spluttered before he released me. As I composed myself, Dale lept onto me, held me down and put those cuffs on me. Stil face down, I felt the ankle cuffs go on and heard the locks click. 

"Now," he said in a stern tone, "order is restore," as he unholstered the whip and lashed me hard across the ass. I yelped. 

Dale looked at the other toys I had brought into the room; pants, posture collar, Ohmibod and the wrapped parcel. 

"I guess you wanted me to wear these?" he said holding those small PVC shorts in front of me. "I'll see," he examined the pants amd those that I had on, "easy access, hmm? Very interesting. And a collar? Looks pretty restrictive. Seems you were planning on keeping me here longer that today?"

I didn't answer, but the look on my face confirmed to Dale that I was rumbled. Dale's smile faded. 

CRACK! 

Another lash of the whip for me made my eyes water. 

"And, whats this," enquired Dale as he picked up the wrapped present, "Happy Birthday, my sweet Dale. Love Kieran..." He proceeded to open the parcel and his eyes lit up as he saw the leather straitjacket inside. "Aww, you really shouldn't have. But thank you," he said as he turned to me, "however I am sure you'll look great in it."

Dale stood, removed his tee shirt and stretched, displaying that defined swimmer's torso and bulked shoulders. He knelt on the bed near me and traced a finger from my neck down to my ass - slowly pulling down the zip at the back of my shorts. He maneuvered around behind me and put his face at my ass crack before sliping his tongue in to my hole. I was lubed. Dale then reached to the bedside and got the lube out of the drawer. He worked it in my ass, one finger.. Two... Three... I heard him squeeze the tube once more before I felt the head of his beautifully erect penis slide between my but cheeks and push its way inside. I was still new to penetration, still sore, it didn't stop the frustrated Dale who kept slaping my ass telling me to shut it. He pulled my hair and forced my face into the pillows as he thrust his slim,yet powerful hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out. I thought he'd be done in a minute, but he wasnt. He kept going and with no sign of tiring. I moaned, and Dale paused. Had he cum? No. I was being gagged, collared and leashed. Dale pulled the leash tight,

"Shut. It!" he ordered as he resumed pumpimg my ass. 

I remembered I had just blown Dale.. With his stamina, I was in for a long pounding. 

Dale finaly came. I hadn't tracked the time, but it was more than a few minutes. He pulled out and wiped his cock on my tee shirt before slapping my ass. He stood in silence behind me before saying,

"Normally after I honour someone with a deeply satisfying shag, because that is what you just had, they say thank you, sir."

CRACK!

Another hard whip on the ass. I whimpered. 

CRACK!

The pain was excruciating, I was almost crying and had tears in my eyes. 

CRACK!

"Fank oo, err," I managed to say from behind my gag. 

"Better," said Dale as he unshackled my legs and commanded me to stand. I rolled onto my ass which made me wince amd stood to my new master's attention. Dale was so much more of a master than Lee. Much less passive, more in control, and as I was now beginning to see, agressive in the sack. He could see I was aroused.

"Like the rough treatment, eh?" he asked. "Good, because I think I will stay the night after all."

Dale maneuvered behind me and removed my collar. He put his arm around my neck and flexed his bicep in a strangle hold. 

As I struggled against him, and struggled to breathe I realised that this is where I belonged, as a sub. And my occasional urges? I'd had several straight relationships, but there was always something. An elephant in the room. No woman could do this to me or make me feel like this. I had wondered if I was bi as I still find women hot, but my uncontrollably throbbing cock told me otherwise. This didnt happen with Lee, I had thought out of fear. Maybe that wasn't it, maybe he just wasn't rough enough?

I almost passed out, and Dale pushed me back on the bed, somewhat dazed. He sat astride my own taught abs and looked down with the posture collar in his hands. 

"Now, you will learn restriction under me," he said as he fixed the collar in place and niped my nose so that I could only breathe through my gagged mouth. With each desperate breath, it got darker. 

When I awoke, I struggled to take stock. I was face down on a pillow, and my arms were numb. I wasnt sure where I was. My ring was sore, my jaw ached, my neck was stiff and my balls hurt. "Must have been sleeping funny," I thought. 

I tried to rolled onto my side, but something had me held face down.

"Don't try to turn over, it'll never happen," came Dale's voice. I thought I had dreamed it. 

Dale had me in the straitjacket, posture collar on, inflatable gag in place and my arms and ankles shackled to the bed. He lay next to me topless in his jeans, buttoned fly but loosened waist and belt. He ran his hand through my hair. 

"I needed you unconscious to get you restrained. You're strong, even when you're asleep!"

He picked up my phone. 

"You don't lock this, do you?"

I was worried what he'd done. Then I remembered the app.

A faint buzzing started in my butt hole. Dale slapped a cheek and smiled. 

"Lets see how long you can resist that," he said as he got up and left, "But if you do cum, you will be punished," he said with my whip on his jeans belt amd an inflatable dildo in his hand. 

Dale left, leaving me to resist cumming as he played with the app on my phone from another room. I struggled against the restraints, but Dale had me tightly bound. I remmebered he was a Dom, and I had dismissed his experience as such. He only needed the smallest opportunity to break free of my control. I was a useless Dom. Dale's effect on me and the feeling from the slowly intensiftying buzz in my butt was making me think twice. I had never felt so infatuated with anyone. So turned on. So horny. So submissive. It was addictive. 

Dale came back in the room, his low slung jeans hanging off his slim, snake hips as he strutted around me. His abs were firm, arms and chest glistening and he was smiling.

"How you doing, boy," he asked, "you better not have spolied those skimpy shorts with jizz coz you'll be in them a while."

I shook my head. I hadn't cum. I think Dale had me wired so I could only cum on his say so. He undid my back zip and pulled out the Ohmibod. He stood next to the bed and dropped his jeans, his penis sported a cock ring and was in its full erect glory - engorged, pointing upwards, and lubed. Dale came up behind me and forcably parted my cheeks with that rod as it slid in past my ring. Before he thrust in deep, Dale activated the cock ring - sending a deep, pulsing, vibrating cock balls deep into my ass. I moaned through my gag, Dale just said; "oh yeah, Boy," as he pounded me harder than before. This time I had noticed the clock. 18 minutes. 

When he had done, Dale got up and sliped his jeans back on, before reaching into the front pouch of my shorts. 

"Just checking you haven't cum," he said as he attached the leash to my colar and unshackled my legs. "Please follow me," he said with a tug on my leash, picking stuff off the bed and leading me to the my office/gym. 

Dale had been busy, the punchbag had been moved. A chain hung from its hook and was attached to my collar. He made sure the straitjacket was tight and the zips were down on my shorts. He walked up to me and held the cock cage in front of me.

"Recognise this," he started, "this has had me climbing the fucking wall for months. Couldn't wank, couldn't cum. Pretty effective. Now its your turn."

He slipped he ring over my aching balls, and padlocked the cage in place. Those padlocks in his bag... It suddenly dawned on me. Dale has been hinting for a straitjacket for his birthday for weeks. Now I know why. It wasn't for him to wear, it was for him to use. Since I had first imprisoned him, Dale had been playing the long game. Now he had won, and I was his, and I had no idea how long for as Dale hadn't any need to dash home for a week and a bit. 

Dale inflated my gag, and slipped the Ohmibod back into my hole. I was zipped up securely. 

"I remember you doing this to me, while you had a wank and then went for a shower," Dale sat in front of me, restarted a the vibes and stroked his cock. "Dont dare cum," he said. 

The vibes were set to increase in intensity and frequency at the app's desire. Dale smiled at me as he slowly wanked in front of me. He slipped a finger in his ass and massaged himself almost to climax. I was quivering on the edge, cock dripping in pre-cum. 

Dale got up and stood in front of me. "Don't. Cum." he commanded. This was not easy. I was never more than a second away.  Dale loosened the chain and dropped me to my knees. He deflated the gag and removed it to shove his meaty 7" down my throat, face fucking me, his hands moving my head as he desired. Finally, I tasted his man fat and swalowed hard. "Cum!" he commanded. And I did, hitting his leg through my cage. 

He let me kneel as he prepared the shower. He removed the straitjacket and put the cuffs back on me before leading me to the bathroom and cuffing me again to the shower rails. He removed my cage washed me and re-attached he cage. He lathered us both in soap, held me close and slipped his cock in my ass once more for a long, slow, sensual screw. 

Once out of the shower, I watched Dale slide thise tight jeans over those hunky legs, tight ass and slim waist. The tee went on, he ruffled his hair. 

"You'd best get dressed to see me off," he said. 

"You're going?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Got to revise. I'd happily fuck you for a week. I'll keep the cage on. You never know when I'll give you a booty call now you're at my beck and call," with his wicked, sexy grin I knew Dale was going to toy with me just as I had him. 

As he boarded he train back up to Edinburgh, Dale stood on the train and looked down at me on the platform. He was right - he was a dom and it was wrong of me to try and make him anything else. And I was wrong about me. I wasnt straight. I was gay. A gay bottom sub. The door slid shut and Dale moved to his seat, sat down and looked for me out of the window. I moved to be near him before the train set off. He smiled at me, I smiled back. He questioningly gestured to my crotch. I acknowledged with a furrowed brow which made his smile grow wider. As his train slid out of the station he winked.

I went weak. I felt a gut wrenching tingle inside. I had no idea how long it would be until Dale summoned me back so he could have me again. Mind, body and soul, I was entirely his.

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