Reliance (M/m)

[heybro]

Reliance

I pointed the pistol towards the ceiling and slowly lowered my forehead to rest directly on the barrel. Down on my knees, my hands trembled to hold the firearm steady. In just a few seconds, the pain would be gone. No more name-calling. No more taunting. No more bruises from the constant school yard beatings. No more not fitting-in. I could leave it all behind.

If only I wasn’t still too chicken to load my brother’s gun, I’d have a chance to be able to end the pain forever. Sobbing, I let the barrel slide away from my forehead and down to my knees. Although still alive to face yet another day of torment, I had gained at least some sense of control. Wiping the tears from my face, some anxiety and hopelessness had left me. I placed the gun back in my brother’s chest and went back upstairs to my room.

Two weeks later things had only become worse. For some reason, the taunting and name calling from classmates became even more frequent and more intense. I started skipping lunch to go hideout in the library to avoid my multitude of enemies.

Having managed to survive most of the day, I unwillingly made my way to gym class. My whole body became queasy at the thought of another day of dodge ball even though I had developed a strategy of pre-maturely leaving the court by pretending I had already been hit.

Surprisingly, I was relieved to discover that I was not going to have to play dodge ball due to a special presentation we were having on self-esteem, self-reliance, and suicide prevention. The gym instructors each gave half-baked presentations in an attempt to seriously address the topics but it was obvious that this was something they weren’t invested in. Their speeches were choppy and lacked continuity; their skills were more suited for physical contact than verbal presentation or intellectual thought. I was counting down the minutes for school to end when surprisingly, a young man stood up to talk further on the subject. He explained that he was from another school in the same district but was volunteering to go around to area schools to speak on suicide. He had shoulder length long brown hair and brown eyes. His persona seemed to address both worlds: he looked like he was physically fit and he talked in a manner that showed intelligence.

As he began talking about the time he attempted suicide, I became captivated by the vulnerability of his seemingly strong persona. He went on to discuss how he was able to get help from his father, who he had initially been too scared to talk to. In the end, his father had turned out to be extremely understanding. He said he owed his life to his father; his number one fear of talking to his dad about the subject had actually been the act that saved him.

He stressed that there is always hope and help out there and that there are many understanding people even if it does not seem like there might be. In concluding, he stressed that he would always be available should anyone need to talk and left flyers with his contact information.

His presentation in no way made me feel like I would ever be able to stop my horrible school experiences; but, he did offer me hope that I was not alone. Once the school bell rang, most of the kids hurried to exit the gym having had no interest in the subject at all. I noticed the young man was talking to the gym teachers although it was obvious the instructors were just putting up face. Curiously and a bit unsure of whether I should or not, I slowly made my way to the front table and quickly grabbed a flyer, pressed it in my pocket without even looking at it, and joined the masses struggling out the doors.

I read the flyer when I got home: “Reliance. Self-reliance does not exclude relying on others. Duluth Roth, Student & Friend, 555-3237, droth@westcityhighschool.com

I folded it and put it in my desk drawer.

As the weeks went on, I began to find that my hard times at school kept reminding me of Duluth’s charismatic presentation. After being tormented all day at school – this time for not knowing what ‘jerk-off’ meant – I decided to email Duluth. After several re-writes and edits, I finally sent:

“Dear Duluth: Thanks a lot for the great presentation you did at Central City High School. I am really sorry to hear that you had to go through such a hard experience. I know life can be very hard sometimes. I am so glad that you were able to get through it with the help of your dad and am also impressed that you are willing to go around and share your experience. Keep up the good work. Your fan, Tyler.”

Later that night, I saw the name, “Duluth Roth” in my email in-box. Anxiously, I opened the email: “Hey Tyler! I am so glad you found value in the presentation. I’d like to talk to you. What is your phone number? I hate email. –Luth”

His email frustrated me. I didn’t really want to start talking to him on the phone as I knew I’d get awkward and not know what to say or talk about. Or worse, I’d have stuff to say and he’d find out how much of a geek and nerd I am. I naturally faced enough rejection from people; I didn’t want to start inviting it. So I decided to just let it go. I deleted his email.

Two days later I got another email from Duluth. This one said, “Tyler, what’s your phone number? I need to talk to you.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. It sounded urgent so instead of emailing him again, I pulled out the flyer and started to dial his number.

“Hello,” a male voice answered.

“Is Duluth there?” I squeaked.

“Yea, this is Luth.”

“Hey, this is Tyler, I got your email message,” I explained.

“Hey Tyler, listen, I need to talk to you but I got to run some errands right now. How bout you give me your address and I’ll stop by while I’m out.”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“It’s important,” he continued.

He was in a hurry to get off the phone and although I didn’t sense that anything was wrong with him, I didn’t want to risk making a wrong decision with him. So I gave him my address and was next going to try to ask him more about the situation like what was going on, or what time he thought he’d be here, or if he was sure he couldn’t just tell me on the phone, and a whole bunch of other questions that were in my head, but he interrupted, “Ok, I’ll see you soon,” and then hung up the phone.

I didn’t know what to do before he got there so I just sat and thought. I’d glance out the window every now and then.

About twenty minutes later a car slowly approached and slowed to a stop. I recognized Duluth as soon as he stepped out of the car. Soon the door bell rang and I opened it.

“Tyler?” Duluth asked. I nodded and he extended his hand in a firm handshake.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Hey I just really wanted to meet you in person. You’re like the only one that seemed to appreciate what I was doing. No one ever cares. I’d been thinking of stopping the programs but then your email really made me feel good about it.”

“Of course, no problem, you do really well,” I expressed, “But couldn’t you have told me that over the phone?” I questioned.

“Nah, I don’t like email and phone and if you hadn’t met now, then it probably would have never happened. People always flake out, you know?” Duluth paused not wanting to offend and added, “Well, I’m not saying…well, let’s just say I am a very impatient guy when it comes to important stuff, you know?”

“Sure,” I responded.

We hung out at my house for awhile and got to know each other better. Duluth went in to more details about his suicide attempt and I actually shared a few things with him regarding my life. I didn’t over-burden him with information but I did share that I had experienced bullying at school from time to time and that my brother had an unloaded gun that I’d look at once in awhile. I told him that I’d never ever be able to go through with anything, let alone actually load the thing, but that I had looked at it every now and then. I just wanted him to know that he wasn’t crazy for the stuff he had thought of and tried doing to himself. Before he left, he invited me to hang out with him during the next weekend.

On Friday, Duluth picked me up from school and we went to his house and hung out in his room. He showed me a lot of his “Reliance” stuff including posters and pamphlets he had made. At the bottom of one of them, it even said “Dr. Roth.”

“You’re not a doctor!” I exclaimed.

“Nah,” he replied, “That’s my dad. He’s helped me out some putting all this together. I had to put his endorsement on it!”

We then began talking more about how hard life can be especially during school. I spilled that people had made fun of me for not knowing what “jerk-off” meant. He smiled at me and asked in an inquisitive yet endearing way: “You really don’t know what it means?”

Defensively I replied, “Well I’m sure it has something to do with sex.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” he replied, “I can show you what it is.”

He then leaned closer to me and put one of his hands on my shoulder. His other hand, he placed on the button of my jeans and unsnapped it. He then tugged on my pants which made the zipper go down half way and my underwear to creep out some.

Then he moved his hand away to undo his pants. As he began to lower his underwear and expose his cock and balls, he told me to go ahead and do the same. I slowly exposed myself as he began slowly stroking his dick. “All you do is rub it back and forth, that’s all it is, no big deal,” he stated. “Go ahead. Try it,” he added.

Oddly, I put my hand on my penis and tried to do what he was doing to his. “Nah, nah,” he said as he grabbed hold of my dick with his other hand and began stroking me, “like this.” He was rhythmically stroking his dick and mine at the same time.

It was then that his bedroom door opened and in walked his father.

Duluth quickly let go of my flesh and zipped up his pants. Stunned, I slowly managed to do the same.

His father just looked at us. He was extremely dominant. His frame was large and built and he had a dark goatee. When he finally did speak, his voice was solid and firm: “Who is your friend?”

“Ah, ah, this is Tyler,” Duluth managed to say.

Dr. Roth neared me and shook my hand saying, “Hi Tyler. I’m Doctor Roth.” It was a very firm and solid grip.

“Nice to meet you,” I awkwardly responded.

“Let’s give Tyler a ride home now,” Dr. Roth stated to his son while holding open the door.

Duluth got up and I followed. Dr. Roth closed the bedroom door and followed us down the stairs to the garage. Once home, I tried to emulate what Duluth had started to do to my dick but I wasn’t skilled enough on how to do it. I gave up.

I did not hear back from Duluth. On Wednesday of the following week, I decided to call him. His father answered and took my message saying Duluth would have to call me back. On Sunday I finally got a call back. Duluth wanted to hang out again. He picked me up and we went to his house. After hanging out in his room for a few minutes, I finally asked him why it had taken so long for him to call me back. I was also curious as to if his father said anything to him about what we had been doing.

Duluth became quiet and unsure of what to say. I became comforting towards him, which was a natural reaction due to the bond we had been forming. He suddenly became defiant as if to say that I was over-reacting. “Let me show you something,” he suggested, “Promise you won’t freak out.”

I nodded.

He then began pulling up the soft navy comforter of his bed and pulling it down, which revealed attachments that were on the sides of his bed. He grabbed on to one and worked his fingers over it. It was a clunky piece of some kind of leather. I finally realized it was a thick leather cuff. The outside layer was stiff brown, almost orange-ish leather. The inside of the cuff was soft and cream colored. It was also puffed out revealing the thickness of the padding underneath the leather. Holes ran the length of the strap and a metal prong was on the end of the strap. Apparently, once the strap was folded over someone’s wrist, the prong could be pushed through one of the holes and then latched in place with a small cap that was attached to a smaller leather strap that folded out from the cuff.

Duluth’s cotton sheets were striped navy blue and white. The leather cuff stood out like a red banana and seemed so out of place. The contrast was further emphasized by the fact that there were three more leather cuffs protruding from the sides of the mattress. There were four leather cuffs in total: two near the middle of the bed and two at the foot of the bed.

“These are what saved me from killing myself,” Duluth stated.

“But it’s also the punishment I got from trying to jerk off with you,” Duluth continued.

I asked, “You’re dad put you in these?”

“Yup; One week,” he answered.

“Huh?” I asked.

“That was my punishment: one week in these things,” Duluth added.

I didn’t understand how he could have done it. I asked a ton of questions like how he was able to sleep, how he ate, and even how he went to the bathroom. He became defensive and argued that it was not that bad. He seemed to express mixed feelings about the tools that had both saved his life and been used as his punishment.

“Lay down. I’ll show you they are not bad at all,” Duluth instigated.

I resisted.

“Just one cuff, just lay down and you’ll see,” Duluth persisted.

I didn’t like seeing him worked up. I felt so bad for Duluth. He was such a boy and such a man. And yet he was neither. He was so vulnerable and yet so strong. He was wild and in captivity at the same time.

Letting go of the leather cuff he walked over to the side of the bed nearest me and sat down. “Come here,” he said.

I stood still.

“Just come here,” he continued while reaching his arm out to meet my hand. I let his soft strong fingers lightly clench hold of my fingers and slowly draw me near. I stepped towards him as he lightly pulled me down to sit along side him. The entire length of our thighs gently pressed in to each other. Still holding my hand with one hand, he reached around my back with his other. The length of his arm was hugging me but his hand extended past me to clench on to the leather cuff. I was wedged between his body and his arm holding the cuff.

“Hey Duluth I’d rather not. I believe you that it probably wasn’t too horrible,” I stated.

He unfolded the leather cuff to fully expose the puffy cream interior of the strap.

“They are so soft inside. Just feel it,” he suggested.

He guided my right hand to the cuff and began wrapping the creamy leather around my wrist. He was right, it was so soft. It clung to me like a magnet.

“Besides, it’s only one cuff,” he explained.

He forcefully tugged the restraint tightly around me exposing the thick orange outside layer and inserted the prong in to one of the holes. He then moved around my body to stand up and lightly pushed me down on to his bed. “Lye back so I can adjust it right,” he explained.

I let my back gently lay on the firm yet soft embrace of his cotton sheets and soft pillow. I wanted to understand how it locked on but before I could comprehend the system, he was finished adjusting it and moved his hands away. I tugged on the strap but the metal cap now held the cuff firmly in place around my wrist. I could no longer see the prong, which must now be fully locked in the hole and capped. The leather was so soft around my wrist. The cotton sheets were bliss and I imagined I could easily fall asleep in his bed.

“See it’s not so bad,” he observed.

“How does it lock and unlock,” I asked.

“I’ll show you with the other one,” he suggested.

“No Duluth, I want out now. Show me how it unlocks,” I asked.

He began walking over to the other side of the bed towards the other cuff near my left wrist. As soon as I saw him approaching, I moved my left arm to my cuffed right arm to try to work the mechanism to release the leather cuff strapped tightly around my wrist.

Duluth explained, “It won’t come off without the key. Well, even if you had the key, its hard to work the mushroom head of the prong out of the small hole in the leather strap with only one hand. You really need two free hands to be able to pry it off. But you don’t even have the key so sit tight.”

In panic, I frantically began yanking on the leather cuff. The orange outer layer was so hard that nothing I was doing was causing any give. The shiny metal of the cap was solid and was firmly locked around the prong. I couldn’t even tell how a key would unlock the thing even if I had one. I was able to wedge my finger slightly between my wrist and the cuff but my finger disappeared in the thick creamy padding, which disabled me from being able to wedge slack. It was like the padding firmly molded to anything that pressed on it to ensure no free space.

Duluth had now grabbed hold of the other leather cuff and was working the sturdy leather contraption with his hands preparing it for my wrist.

“Nice and easy, ok Ty,” Duluth suggested as he slowly grabbed hold of my left bicep and gently began tugging my arm towards him. I did my best to hold my arm tight to keep my wrist away from the cuff.

But as he slowly began increasing the pressure of his force, my left arm slowly began to give way to his relentless tug.

“You can’t stop me with your other hand already strapped in. I already know. It’s how my dad does it. Gets one cuff on me and then I’m cooked,” Duluth explained.

And he was right. I tried thrashing around with my entire body to stop him from locking me down further. But there was no getting away from the fact that I was already firmly anchored to the bed with the gentle embrace of the firm first cuff.

Soon I felt an initial cool touch of the creamy padding on my left wrist and then the tightness of the cuff being wrapped and locked around me. Now I was stuck on my back for good.

Duluth then hiked up my pants and firmly tugged the cuffs near the end of the bed around my ankles. With each additional cuff, my fighting became less and less worthwhile.

Satisfied with getting me entirely strapped in, Duluth said, “I still wanna show you how to jerk off.”

“Ah, come on Duluth, stop playing around already,” I protested.

He climbed up on to the bed and sat on my thighs and instantly began prodding the outside of my jeans with his hands.

Having not learned from our previous mistakes, once again, I saw his bedroom door creep open and in walk his father. Duluth jumped off the bed instantly with fear. While the first time we had been caught his dad’s face held no expression, this time his face looked very angry.

“I- I- I wasn’t doing anything,” stuttered Duluth. “I learned from my lesson Sir.”

“Why is he tied up?” the Dr. demanded.

Duluth searched for an answer.

“You’re not supposed to be playing with those,” his father ordered.

“No dad, dad it’s not what you think. I wasn’t disobeying you,” Duluth squealed.

“You aren’t supposed to even tell anyone about those,” the doctor further instructed.

Duluth struggled for words and slowly articulated, “Tyler needed help dad. He’s been, he’s been having trouble at school, just like I did, and he’s been having thoughts. I just laid him down like you did me - to save him.”

His dad glanced at me as his anger subsided marginally. “Is this true?” he asked me.

I struggled with what to say. On one hand, I did not want to play any more games or help justify the embarrassing situation Duluth had put me in. On the other hand, I didn’t want Duluth or I to get in to trouble. Doctor Roth was physically strong and exhibited an extremely masculine persona. I did not want to find out what he was capable of doing to both of us for doing something wrong. So I decided to back up Duluth’s story. “It’s true,” I replied, “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Seemingly convinced, Dr. Roth motioned for Duluth to leave the room with him.

Butterflies filled my stomach. A few minutes later Duluth returned alone just as care-free as ever. I felt very relieved that his dad must have believed him and that Duluth must have come to set me free.

I noticed something in Duluth’s hand. My instinct was that it was something to help unlock me. At initial glance, it appeared to match the cuff restraint system.

Just like before, Duluth sat up on top of me and lifted what he was carrying near the top of my head.

“Did he believe you?” I eagerly asked.

“Yup,” Duluth smiled, “But, I had to tell him everything for it to work.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Your problems at school, all the stuff you confided in me, your brother’s gun,” Duluth fragmentally listed.

“Ah man, you shouldn’t have said all that,” I complained.

“He wasn’t going to believe me unless I did,” he explained.

I tugged on the cuffs and tried pushing up on Duluth’s body to communicate that I wanted him and the cuffs off of me. “Let me out. Where’s the key” I asked.

“Dad’s got it,” Duluth replied as he brought the piece he was holding down over my eyes and near my mouth. I felt the same soft padding around my wrists being pressed against my lips. I felt Duluth wrap the brown leather piece around my head and heard Velcro closing together at the back. I was still able to talk although I couldn’t move the piece off.

“What is this thing?” I angrily asked.

“It’s a spit guard. My dad always puts it on me so I don’t spit back at him,” he explained.

It seemed effective. It was like a mask although it only covered the lower portion of my head. The brown leather ended just below my eyes. It partially encapsulated my nose although I could breathe through two nose holes. While my lips were free to move, the leather framed itself around my mouth, which prevented me from being able to bite or spit something out.

I began to ask Duluth to get the key from his dad when the bedroom door opened and once again in walked Dr. Roth.

Recognizing his father’s authority, Duluth quickly scampered off of the bed as his father neared my side.

“Tyler, you know we are here to help you. You know we want things to get better for you,” the doctor stated in a more sympathetic tone than I had ever heard from him. However, a strong sense of dominance still inflected his resonance.

As he neared closer, peering past the top brown leather edge of my new mask, I could see the doctor was holding a syringe. He prepared it and guided it towards my bare arm.

“What, what are you doing?” I panicked.

Concentrating on his work, the doctor did not reply.

Desperate I fought the restraints like ever. Duluth grabbed hold of my arm to steady it for the syringe. In extreme panic I shouted, “Duluth just wanted to show me his restraints. I really didn’t want to kill myself or anything. We lied to you! It was all a lie!”

Dr. Roth pressed the needle in to my arm. The liquid disappeared in to my vein. Dr. Roth finally said something: “There will be plenty of time to talk all about it tomorrow.”




Part 2

There were more restraints on me when I woke up. While my ankles and wrists were still firmly locked down with leather cuffs, several additional thick leather belts were now stretched across my body in various locations; these included across my chest, abdomen, thighs, and calves. I felt cold as I was no longer in the warm comfort of Duluth’s room. Instead, I was in a small sterile off-white painted institutional room. Instead of lying comfortably on Duluth’s cotton sheets, I was stuck on some heavy institutional light green vinyl mattress. Worse, I was completely naked. My cock and balls were completely exposed.

I began hearing someone approaching from the outside and the locks in the door being manipulated. To my relief, in walked Duluth.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

He only smiled and walked towards me stopping to the side of my legs.

“Duluth?” I asked.

“Shhhhhh,” he responded as he grabbed on to my easily accessible exposed cock and let it flop harshly on to the leather belt that stretched just below my belly button. It was odd how the only thing my body could feel was the inner buttery soft leather of the cuffs and belts, except for my cock, which at that moment was the only thing that was able to touch the outside of the restraints. The outside of the belt my cock landed on was course and hard. It hurt and I felt humiliated. I struggled to sit up as well as to reach my cock to move it from the harsh leather belt, but the leather restraints held me firmly in place.

Un-expectantly, Duluth then grabbed hold of my balls and yanked them downwards away from my body. He released them only to start jerking me off.

“Duluth, stop,” I requested.

He took no notice and used his other hand to once again cup my balls and yank them down.

“Duluth!” I said louder while still trying to sit up. The leather belt weighed heavy on my chest.

My shouting only made him increase the speed of his jerking.

I began to thrash around hysterically and cry out for him to stop. To my amazement, someone heard my pleas for help because the door started to open. In walked a man I had not seen before. He was blonde and muscled. He was short and sturdy and dressed completely in white.

“What are you doing, Duluth?” he asked surprisingly.

Unlike the times Duluth’s father had caught him jerking me off in which Duluth had quickly let go of me, this time Duluth’s hand stayed wrapped around my cock. He did however slow the pace of his jerking.

“Anderson, I’m just having some fun,” Duluth finally commented.

Anderson’s sense of urgency dissipated as he slowly moved over to Duluth and I. Anderson stood directly behind Duluth and slowly leaned his hand over Duluth’s shoulder. His large hand made contact with Duluth’s forearm, which began to shake more and more back and forth as he increased the speed of jerking me. His hand followed down Duluth’s arm until he finally clasped around Duluth’s fist. His clasp was gentle at first but soon I could feel the added pressure of his hand over Duluth’s hand over my dick. I bucked up in response to try to get them off of me; however, my bucking only matched the rhythmic upward jerk. Their hands quickly moved down the length of my shaft. As they moved their hands back up my shaft, I then tried to press myself deep in to the mattress; but this movement too only reinforced their actions as their hands followed the downward movement of my hips by pressing firmly down along the length of my cock. Moving up or down did nothing but contribute to the masturbation.

I decided to move to the side or back and forth but their hands stayed locked on me. I ended up only causing my dick to ache further as it experienced added pressures on its sides from my shifting.

Finally, Anderson whispered in Duluth’s ear to “ease up” and I could feel Duluth’s hand lessening its grip.

“I need you to get something in the cabinet for me,” Anderson requested as Duluth’s hand fully left my cock. For a moment my cock was free. But in a split second, I felt Anderson’s hand fully clasp my dick and hold it firmly. His skin was much fleshier than Duluth’s and his grip was solid. I almost shot up then and there. The movements of his hand were much more sensational than Duluth’s. He was a pro.

Duluth opened up the cabinet and glanced over puzzled.

“The flask,” Anderson clarified.

Duluth grabbed the flask and walked back over to us.

“If you are going to do this shit, you need it justified,” Anderson said.

As Duluth walked back over to me, Anderson slowly yanked my cock upwards in a firm movement. He let his fist go all the way up and off my dick. Before my dick could fully fall back down on to my tummy, Duluth grabbed hold and began jerking me slowly.

Anderson moved towards the door and said, “We need that flask full for testing. I’ll put it as a doctor request in his chart. I’ll just sneak it in with the current order that is calling for his transfer.”

Anderson then added, “Oh - One last thing, we should always be using the inhibitor with all patients especially for this kind of stuff.”

He then moved over to the side of my bed near my head and tooled around with some contraption. He pulled a small black piece with a hose attached to its end towards my head and ordered for me to open up. I shook my head no and closed my mouth. He simply clasped my nose shut with the solid fingers that had been jerking me off. He then flipped on a switch and a motor started that sounded like a light vacuum. It sounded like the suction instrument that I had so often seen in dentists’ offices. Within seconds I needed air and opened my mouth. With my nose still clamped, he pressed the black piece in to my mouth and pushed it at my tongue. The black piece suctioned my tongued towards it. I tried to hold my tongue away from it, but the internal vacuum in the black piece was too strong. Soon the black piece encapsulated my tongue and held it firmly inside its soft internal pocket. The suctioning stayed constant ensuring my tongue would stay there. I tried yanking it out so badly but this only made my tongue begin to ache. The vacuum won out. Anderson now let my nose breathe and I tried to talk. The piece would not let me make any words as it hit the sides and top of my mouth that I needed my tongue to hit in order to form words. The only thing I could emit from my mouth was the soft squishing sound the plastic piece made against the insides of my mouth. This faint sound could not be heard over the vacuum’s light buzz.

By the time Anderson finally left the room, Duluth had worked my cock in to a frenzy that almost matched the nearly instant orgasm the single touch of Anderson’s hand had given me. Just as I was about to cum, I convulsed in to an extreme frenzy. The feelings Duluth was causing inside of my body felt like feelings I should be in control of. Having them peak against my will was a sign of powerlessness and I was determined for Duluth to stop no matter how euphoric my body was gyrating. But the leather restraints and Duluth’s leathery supple hand were no match for me. My hips automatically launched forward and pulses shot up from my balls to my dick. Creamy syrup erupted from my shaft and filled the flask like a milky smoothie from the tasty freeze.

“That’s it,” Duluth cheered. “I got you good.”

The flask was full; my cream ran over its edges.

“I’ve been trying to do that forever,” Duluth expelled. “Finally!”

It was all I could do to just lay in exhaustion as he set the flask on the counter next to the cabinet.

He then switched off the inhibitor suckling on my tongue and reached in to his pocked and pulled out a flat key.

“I’ll undo you now bud. Don’t be mad at me; I had to keep you restrained ‘cause I was getting so frustrated at never really being able to fully milk ya.”

Duluth slid the key in the cuff at my right wrist and the metal clasp popped off. He then struggled with both of his hands to remove the leather belting up off the mushroom headed prong, which had previously been capped by the metal clasp. Once the belt was fully loose, I was able to peal my wrist away from the now sticky warm cuff and in to the icy air of the room. As he began unlocking my other wrist, I used my free hand to try to push out the inhibitor that was still stuck on my tongue. It popped off harshly leaving a trial of saliva. I then began to unbuckle the leather belt over my chest. Surprisingly, there was no locking mechanism on it and I slid the belt away from my chest. By this time, Duluth had finished un-strapping my left wrist and I began unbuckling my abdomen strap. The door once again opened and in walked Anderson. He was carrying a brown and orange leather strait jacket.

Scared, I instantly sat up to unbuckle the belt that ran across my thighs.

“What’s that for?” asked Duluth.

Taking little notice to my increased freedom, Anderson answered, “Your dad wants him transported to another room remember?”

As Duluth was taking in the site of the strait jacket, I got the final belt off of me that had been wrapped around my calves. I then reached to my ankle cuffs, which contained the same locking devices as my wrists. I needed Duluth to unlock them.

“I’ve never seen a jacket like this one before,” Duluth puzzled.

“Yeah, it’s a new model we just got. The arms go through additional loops in the front and there is some kind of crotch holder up-front,” Anderson responded. “I’m actually not entirely sure how it works.”

Duluth’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached out and grabbed hold of the thick orange and brown leather. His fingers firmly massaged it revealing its thickness. The leather creaked against itself and Duluth’s fingers.

“Dang, glad I was never in one of these,” Duluth exclaimed.

“You shouldn’t have let him up,” ordered Anderson as he neared me.

“Err,” Duluth stuttered. “I was just undoing him to help him to that other room.”

My hands were on my leather ankle cuffs fumbling with their locking mechanisms. Anderson butted his hands up against the leather cuffs and my hands. In effect, his hands forced my hands away from the locking mechanisms and to the sides of the cuffs. It was a rude gesture to say the least. He dominantly pressed on the locking mechanisms and tugged on the cuffs. It was as if he was making sure they were all locked up in to place; although, it felt like he had already known I was not going to get them off and was instead exerting a show of dominance over me. Not only could I not get the leather cuffs off, but I couldn’t stop him from pushing me around.

For the first time he fully seemed to acknowledge me as a person by looking me straight in the eye. He instructed, “I want you to cooperate with me. Lay back down on to the mattress and I will put you back in to your bed restraints.” Having him look at me directly in the eye and give such a direct order made me weak.

It was hard for me to build enough will to protest either physically or verbally. Finally, I was able to submissively exert, “I’m not supposed to be locked up here. It was a mistake.”

He showed no signs of sympathy or understanding. He simply raised his hands at chest level and eased them towards me saying: “Easy. Cooperate and benefit. Lay back down nice and easy and I won’t put the inhibitor in you.”

I hated that thing in my mouth and I liked the idea of being able to speak so I could try to further explain my situation. I knew he could easily force me back down; at least by cooperating, I’d be able to talk. He must have noticed a glimmer of my considering his idea because he said, “That’s it. Just lay back down. That’s all you have to do.”

“You promise you won’t put that thing in me?” I asked.

He was slow to answer, which almost showed that he felt he didn’t have to answer.

“You have my word that I won’t put the inhibitor in you,” he finally promised.

His right hand made contact with my chest and I allowed its steady pressure guide my back flat down on to the mattress. Still exerting pressure on my chest, he used his other hand to begin reattaching one of the wrist cuffs. Finally, he released pressure off of my chest in order to use both hands to properly tug and lock the cuff around me. He quickly locked my other wrist back in to place as well. I noticed they were both tighter than originally. Once my wrists were now locked in, his demeanor changed significantly. He seemed to return to treating me not as a person but as an object. He didn’t appear to be going to sooth me to cooperate any longer as he now had me flat and locked. He applied the belts across my chest, tummy, thighs, and calves with brute force and with lack of compassion. I resented cooperating with him although I was glad to not have to deal with the mouth piece.

Meanwhile, Duluth was still holding the strait jacket trying to figure it out. Anderson turned to him and said, “Well, any luck with it?”

Duluth’s concentration on the jacket was so heavy that I wondered if he had even heard Anderson, who continued, “I really need to know how it works before I transfer Tyler in to it.”

Anderson was talking about me as if I was not even there.

Duluth’s eyes raced around the entire jacket. He tried examining the new features in the front and towards the crotch, but the jacket seemed to be too large and complex to totally understand them.

Anderson interrupted, “Will you help me out bud? If I got the jacket on you somewhat, it would help me figure out what belts go to what buckles.”

“Right … right,” Duluth agreed with his eyes locked on the jacket trying to figure out left from right, top from bottom, and back from front.

Anderson moved closer to Duluth and gently rested his hands on Duluth’s waist. “Let’s get your shirt off so we’ve got less ‘stuff’ to deal with. Tyler will be going in to it naked. It’ll help us if you’re similar,” Anderson explained.

I was shocked at Duluth’s refusal to question Anderson. Duluth was so transfixed with the jacket that I wasn’t even sure he noticed that Anderson was gently yanking his shirt up off over his supplely sculpted abs and vulnerable nipples. Duluth had both his hands clenched on to the jacket and it seemed as though he was beginning to register in his mind that his shirt was coming off. I got the odd impression that he was struggling with the choice between being able to keep holding the jacket or having to let go to be able to try to stop his shirt from coming off. The mysterious orange and brown leather folds won as Anderson guided Duluth’s t-shirt up over his head and down along his arms. Anderson was able to pry Duluth’s hands one by one away from the jacket to slip his shirt off of his arms.

Scared of the spell the jacket was exerting over Duluth, I asked, “Duluth, you’re not going to let him put you in that – are you?”

There was the slightest pause in Duluth’s manner that gave me hope he had heard me, but it instantly faded as he struggled to find the sleeve holes in the jacket.

“Duluth!” I shouted.

This time he must have felt the urgency in my voice because the spell was broken and he looked up at me. Before I could continue, Anderson pressed a sleeve hole up to Duluth’s hand. Duluth’s body responded immediately. His head jerked down to gaze at the sleeve and he instantly shoved his naked arm in to the hole. I could see his body shut down in to relaxation as the buttery leather began to cloak his body.

Anderson hit a small switch on the wall near the door and then guided the other sleeve towards Duluth’s other hand.

“Duluth, he’s going to strap you in that you know!” I shouted.

But Duluth did not pay any attention to me. As Anderson began looping the brown leather back straps of the jacket, the door opened and in walked another man that I had also never seen before. Like Anderson, he was muscled and dominant, although he had brown hair. He paid no attention to Anderson or Duluth and simply switched off the device that Anderson must have used to signal for him. The guy neared me as I was still shouting at Duluth.

The guy grabbed on to the inhibitor, flipped the switch to begin the suctioning, and guided the black plastic piece towards my mouth.

“Hey, Anderson promised not to put that on me,” I screamed.

The guy cocked his head and turned to look at Anderson. “This true?” he asked.

Anderson was busy quickly finishing the buckles up the back of Duluth and did not respond. Duluth was fumbling around with his fully coated arms and struggling to figure out the additional straps in the front.

“Lying is only going to make things harder on yourself,” the guy said to me.

I again shouted about how I was not lying and that Anderson had made me a deal.

In contrast to my shouting, the guy softly asked Anderson again. Even if Anderson had not been so focused on restraining Duluth, I doubted he would have heard it.

The guy clamped my nose and I was forced to open my mouth. The inhibitor quickly caught my tongue and I jerked my crotch upward in frustration and defiance. I had allowed Anderson to restrain me without a fight for nothing. They had tricked me and yet Anderson had kept his promise: he didn’t put the inhibitor on me. He had only allowed someone else to do it for him.

My anger quickly quadrupled when Anderson now choose to speak to the guy. “Ross, do you know anything about these new jackets? We’re trying to figure out the new arm and crotch restraints,” Anderson asked.

“Oh sure,” Ross responded as he neared Duluth. “The arms cross over like normal,” he began as he forced Duluth’s arms in to a hugging position. Anderson immediately buckled them in the rear. Ross continued, “Then, this strap fits snug around the front of the arms vertically.” He tugged it tightly and buckled it. “This one goes around the arms horizontally. And these two run diagonally,” he added. I wasn’t able to fully focus on what straps were going where but soon I saw a mess of brown leather straps in the front of Duluth’s now hidden body. I could barely make out his orange covered arms under the plethora of brown thick leather straps holding them down in all directions at Duluth’s front. Since the panels of the strait jacket were orange, Duluth looked like an abstracted pumpkin. I felt so sad for him. Yet, Duluth’s manner was subdued; his eyes fully focused on still trying to figure out all the front straps. Even fully buckled, their pattern confused him.

I was expecting Anderson to ask Ross about the rest of the jacket but they stopped talking to each other. They both began working as if they both knew exactly how the jacket worked. Ross simply began undoing Duluth’s pants and slid them down. Anderson firmly hugged Duluth from behind. Duluth didn’t put up a fight, but Anderson was preemptively holding Duluth firmly in his controlled hug. Ross then slid down Duluth’s boxers exposing Duluth’s beautiful cock and balls. Duluth was fully hard and Anderson dropped his hand down to yank and squeeze it.

Ross then guided an orange leather like pouch that dangled from the jacket in the front. It fit snugly over Duluth’s balls. A second layered pouch wrapped around Duluth’s cock. Straps tightened the pouches and layers of leather together. Duluth’s package had been separated. His balls were wrapped tightly in thick leather and his cock was wrapped tightly in leather above them. His cock-head peered out a hole towards the top. Ross and Anderson quickly restrained two straps that went around Duluth’s crotch on either side of his package. The straps were pulled tight. I could tell they must be riding up Duluth’s ass crack. They caused Duluth’s cock and ball sheaths to ride up as well. His cock and balls were fully objectified and on complete perked-up display. Ross gently grabbed hold of Duluth’s leather covered ball-sack and squeezed. The sound of leather squishing against leather squishing against skin resounded. Anderson grabbed hold of Duluth’s leather covered cock and gently rubbed it. Anderson said, “This jacket makes it easy for us to do to you, what you’ve been doing to Tyler.”

Duluth finally appeared to register what was going on. Slowly he began to struggle. Finally I could sense a frantic state take over his body as he began to thrash and flail around. It was only then that I could finally fully understand the complex jacket. Every strap and leather layer worked efficiently and harshly to control every movement Duluth attempted. He was stuck.

Ross walked over to the cabinet and pulled out another flask. Anderson spoke, “Just relax ‘Luth, we’re just going to follow what’s been ordered in your chart.”

Ross added, “The new jackets made it real easy.”

Anderson began stroking Duluth again while saying, “There’s an order for a full sample from Tyler too, right?”

Holding up the flask to the light to exam the printed measurement increments, Ross huffed, “uh, huh.”

Anderson firmly held Duluth in place from behind and rhythmically increased the speed of stroking Duluth’s leather covered cock. Duluth squirmed, but the thick leather pouches so firmly embraced his cock and balls, that he was immobilized from veering away from the strong prodding hands of Anderson. The crotch straps underneath the pouches continued to hold his packages up away from his body ensuring they were easily accessible to Anderson’s hands.

Ross now turned to the over-flowing flask sitting on the counter that Duluth had filled.

“Is this Ty’s?” he asked Anderson.

Duluth oddly stopped struggling and proudly piped, “Yeah, I filled that all up from Tyler.”

Anderson shook his head back and forth: “We can’t be sure whose it is; could even be both of theirs.”

Duluth struggled in heightened frustration from being denounced. Ross turned the flask upside down causing my syrup to drain in to the sink.

Like Duluth, I too began to struggle in panic. Neither of us made any progress.

“Don’t worry,” Ross smiled at us, “It won’t be hard to get more.”