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My balls felt like they were turning blue by the time he had finished manipulating them with this foot. He got me to stand up, turn around and then un-tethered by genitals, he removed the red Speedos and unbound my hands. I was again free to move around. I was told to stand bedside the chair that was in the middle of the storeroom because we needed to have a little chat! He said that he was going away to have dinner and get changed out of his work clothes and he would be back in a few hours. I had a choice of either leaving this scenario then and there and not returning or staying and letting him play further, later that evening. There was no going back for me, I wanted to stay and he knew it! There was no further discussion, I looked down at the chair and noticed that there was a 3” high wooden ridge on the seat of the chair that was parallel to the front but set back a bout 4”. It sort of looked like the lower half of a stockade but I wasn’t sure (the ones that villains were locked to in the town square of yesteryear). I looked as though it might be uncomfortable for a long period of time.

I sat on the chair then he parted my legs and placed each one in the moulded cut-out of the ridge, each seemed to fit snug and well, it was then that I realised what the smaller centre cut-out was for! He took hold my cock and balls firmly in one hand and then placed an identical piece of wood over the top of my thighs and pulled by genitals clear of the wooden device. It was a stockade of sorts but instead of wrists and neck being firm it was thighs and genitals. The central cut-out worked like a thick cock-ring that went around under my scrotum and the bridge of my cock… a very firm fit indeed!

Having worn a cock-strap before I was okay about it, but it felt very secure and was pulling my genitals a little more firmly than I was use to. I wasn’t going anywhere! My ankles were fastened with packaging tape to the front legs of the chair and my wrists to the side railings just below the seat. With me now securely fastened, he said that I would probably shoot my load before he got back and that he expected me to do this after our earlier play. “Don’t leave it too late boy,” he said, “I will be wanting to see you hard again as soon as I return!” With that he closed the door behind him and switched off the light. Was it going to be a long wait or was he just teasing me, I wasn’t sure? I knew that he would come back, but just when and how long away would that be? I couldn’t begin to fathom what had actually gone on within the course of the preceding hours. How did I manage to get into this situation so easily and why hadn’t I ever been here before? Was it just good luck, planned by someone else I knew or just a coincidence? How many other lads had been here before me? It seemed like a very elaborate and convenient situation to find ones self in of an afternoons shopping!

I could feel my cock getting more and more agitated by its wooden enclosure and I was getting more and more excited by the feeling of being totally immobilised by the shoe man. I was beginning get that feeling deep inside of impending eruption. Before I new it I shot my load clear across the floor (I assumed it was a projectile eruption as I had wanted to cum for what seemed like hours but my eyes were still not totally adjusted to the darkness so I couldn’t really see how far I had splashed).

After this sensational orgasm I was able to relax a bit and my appendage withdrew to a more realistic state as apposed to the size it had been while being tethered inside the red Speedos. I remembered being very impressed with its growth under the heat of the previous scenario. I found that I didn’t really go into the state of sexual disinterest from just cumming. I went into a bit of a daydream but a while I found the wood under my legs to be cutting off my circulation so I tried to move my legs a little but I was too well restrained. I decided that perhaps tensioning my thigh and calf muscles may do the trick but this had an adverse effect as well as a relieving one. It fixed the problem of feeling uncomfortable and getting some circulation going but clenching my thigh and butt muscles only made me feel horny again. What was he going to do to me upon his return?

The time seemed to pass very quickly I thought as I heard someone’s footsteps outside the door. Could it have been the shoe man returning? It didn’t seem like he hadn’t been away long enough. The door opened and I saw his large frame in the shadow of the evening light, he came in and closed the door behind him. He didn’t talk to me, didn’t switch the light on and he just went over to the far wall and switch on a panel heater that I hadn’t really noticed. After seeing him do this I realised that it was cold or perhaps it was just a subliminal thought of someone else being cold. He lit a cigar (love the smell of them and still do) and went and sat on some boxes in the corner. The exhaling of cigar smoke and the smell of alcohol on his breath was driving me wild, so very strong and masculine (very much a smell from my childhood).

I didn’t utter a sound, just sat and watched him in the corner. I was beginning to tremble with anticipation but it wasn’t a scared feeling. He was in control and I sort of felt that I was safe with him even not really knowing him at all. He gave me no cause to distrust him for everything he said he was going to do he had done!

He went over to the door and flicked the light switch. It didn’t illuminate the room as I had thought but turned a light on outside in the courtyard. The shine through the small dirty leadlight windows near the roof created a surreal airy glow within. The setting seemed to be perfect for sleaze and abandonment and if he was intent of creating a glorious stage, he had definitely done so!

I watched him as he stood up, stubbed out the cigar on the floor and moved closer. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a little amber bottle, unscrewed the top and held it under his nose. He then placed it under mine and told me to inhale deeply. I knew the smell immediately, the one you find on the dance floors of the clubs in town and the back-rooms of the venues where men meat men. I hadn’t ever used poppers before but there’s always a first time. I remember getting very horny and excited but dazed! He stroked my cock briefly and then unfastened his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. I hadn’t really noticed that he had changed his clothes and was now wearing a black polo and black 501’s. I saw the iridescent flash of white Speedos as I could see the drawstring ties tumbling down the front of them and resting on the outline of his cock. He massaged himself through the fabric and then moved closer for me to have a good nuzzle into his manhood. He firmly grabbed the back of my head to make sure I was able to feel the heat of his meat. It seemed to grow a bit but not to the extent that it was earlier. “A little too much to drink I think,” he laughed, “I’ll fix that for you”. Funny I was sort of thinking the same thing.

He grabbed the drawstring from his Speedos and pulled it tight, made a knot close to the waistband and then proceeded to thread each tie down inside and pull them out of the leg openings. With this he tied another knot under the crotch area of the Speedos thus turning the ties into a simple cock strap. Simple but effective! The glow of the poppers was starting to wear off; my hearing was so alert and I was absolutely memorised by the display before me. “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, “Why have you stopped eating?” My appetite returned immediately and never for one moment thinking that he was talking about food! I gnawed away furiously at the bulge in front of me, it was getting thicker by the moment. He reached down and slicked my cock with something slippery, which made me even hungrier. I felt some discomfort within his meaty grasp, as the lubricant was not what I expected. He’d mixed it with a little alcohol that gave off a tingling heat, but after a moment the discomforted abated and all was good, very good. He pulled away and looked at me, removed his jeans totally and then his polo. “Good lad,” he said. He went over and grabbed a few boxes, stacked them in front of me and sat down facing his detainee. He had in his hand a small wooden ruler that he was tapping into the palm of his hand. He then tapped the end of my cock a half dozen times each a little harder than the last. “Tell me about some of your dirty thoughts my boy,” he said. “I want to hear about how you lost your virginity and what you got up to at school with the other lads… have you been a prisoner before… I bet you have, tell me all!”

Where was I to start? I was so on the edge and I had to tell this man stories? I did my best and could see what I was telling him was definitely getting him going as he manipulated and squeezed my cock and also his own. He stopped, undid the knot embracing his bulge in his Speedos and then removed them. There he sat with his fat member in his hand and reached down and grabbed the little amber bottle once again. We went through the procedure, first me then him. He stood up, took hold of the back of my neck and started to plough my awaiting mouth with his rigid piece. I was in heaven. I couldn’t get enough of him and I can’t remember even taking a breath. What seemed to be an hour of glorious face fucking slowly came to an end and we both stopped to catch a breath. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he said. I was too far-gone in the after burn of the poppers to get out a coherent answer. He moved over to the box be brought in with him at the start and took out a hipflask of Bourbon. I was not really a drinker but when offered a swig I decided down as much as I could, as I was sure what was to come next may require it.

He started to unfasten me from the legs and arms of the seat I’d been attached to. “I’m going to reposition you,” he said. With this the pins engaging the stockade were removed and I was sort of free. He said to stay put while he arranged the next event, rather ominous I thought! There was a water pipe on one of the walls with brackets holding it to the wall about a yard apart. He stacked a few boxes so they were about waist height and ensuring they were about a yard away from the wall. He put a sack blanket over the boxes and directed me to lay over them with my arms outstretched and touching the water pipe. Once I was in position he strapped my hands to the pipe with some short lengths of rope and made sure I was unable to escape.

He came up from behind my and rubbed himself over my rear. I felt his hand go through my legs and grasp firmly onto my cock and balls with a firm tug! The Bourbon was taking effect and my hard cock had turned into a chubby plaything but would return without much encouragement I was sure. He roughly probed my rear with a lubricated finger and then added another and another. There was that same tingling from before but now it was in my rear. Again it abated and I was becoming more relaxed. He told be that it was a relaxant and that his entry into me was imminent and not to protest. I was not used to being fucked on any basis but it seemed that I was in no position to protest. He removed his probing fingers and spread my legs one ankle at a time. There he put some restraints on each ankle and then attached them to something which definitely kept them apart as well as lowering me to his penetrative advantage.

I could feel the heat from his body against my back and then felt the force of his manhood sliding along the divide of my buttocks. He waved the little amber bottle under my nose and told me to take a good sniff to make sure I was ready for his assault. I did so and then once under the influence of this potion I felt him enter me with skill and precision. The girth of his meat took some getting use to but with my legs spread as they were, there was no way I was going to be able to eject him. I felt myself being split apart by his intrusion and then felt his hand grasp my erect cock. He slowly pushed himself in further and further until I could feel his balls under mine. I was truly his. He pulled out fully and then thrust himself in again and again. I was in heaven.

With my wrists restrained to the pipe and my legs spread apart I was open to his actions without reprisal. He thrust himself in and out with regular motion, still stroking my aching member and bringing me to a height of ecstasy that I had never known before. I could feel the increase in the size of his beast as he exploded inside me and once this had occurred he just kept on going until I spent my load again the boxes I was draped over. He had his and I had had mine. I was in heaven! My head was thumping from the poppers and Bourbon and I had sweat running down my back from the heat emitting from his body.

We just stood there for what seemed to be an age, gathering our composure and breath. We uncoupled and just basked in the glow of post orgasm, not talking but still communicating without word or gesture. He dressed and so did I, I was let out of the shop with the promise of meeting again in the future and a pair of shoes that I hadn’t paid for.

We did meet again in another scenario early one morning on the way into town some years later. It was just as good, still a thrill and again a scenario that I will never forget!