"Geez. What do you have, bricks in there?" I kidded as I put out the Chinese food on the coffee table with the pregame show on the TV.
He smiled his toothy grin, "Well, it is over a hundred pounds of steel."
"You're shitting me. I know you mentioned it was heavy duty, but a hundred pounds, seriously?"
"A little bit over when you add the locks and chains..." Hunter added sheepishly as he sat down and cracked a beer.
"No wonder you wanted to have me try it out...Wait. Did you say locks and chains?" Exactly what the fuck DID Hunter have in that bag?
Hunter chewed and swallowed his Lo Mein and nodded, "Uh-huh. Guys who are into that kinda heavy stuff like to hear it jangle around when they move."
"Ohh-kayyy, I guess whatever floats your boat." Suddenly I felt a little less worldly when it came to the world of heavy-duty kinky sex. We turned our attention to our meal and the start of the game. After a dismal first quarter, a couple of beers and some excellent Chinese food I got down to business, "OK. Let's see what you got in your bag of tricks, kiddo."
Hunter looked like a kid showing off his new toys after Christmas. He pulled out a box of almost comically large padlocks with the keys in them, which I was going to quiz him about when he mentioned padlocks. I sure didn't want to be locked into anything only to find out there were no keys handy. Next came about ten lengths of HEAVY chains that were about five feet long. Geez, the links had to be about 3/8 of an inch thick!
Then with a goofy grin, Hunter handed me the cuffs. HOLY SHIT! They probably weighed close to ten pounds each and looked like something from a gladiator movie. They were tapered and about six inches long and almost an inch of solid steel thick. "Let me help you with those," Hunter offered. I pulled my tee shirt off and offered my left wrist. The cuff hinged open, Hunter placed it around my wrist and closed it with a heavy clank. I was impressed with the workmanship. The cuff was narrow at the wrist, then flared out to fit up the forearm. The hinges were internal and there were tabs and slot on the rim to ensure it was a solid, flush closure. Hunter slipped one of the smaller padlocks through the solid eyelets and clicked it closed. I moved it around at different angles to see how it felt and fit. Hunter looked at me expectantly.
"Hunter, you made this in your shop? I'm really impressed. It's heavy, but not too tight and not too loose. Perfect. Your umm, customers will love this."
Hunter was almost beaming. I couldn't blame him, he must have put a lot of work into these cuffs. "Thanks, they might feel good now, but we need to see how they feel in a couple of hours."
Hours? Really? Great. What was the old saying? Never volunteer.
Hunter locked up my other wrist, then I had to strip to my tighty whities as Hunter secured my ankles with a different set of cuffs. They were similar to the wrist cuffs in that they tapered to the ankle but were bigger and heavier. I took them for a test walk and while not uncomfortable it was like walking in a set of very heavy ankle weights. Then Hunter had me kneel to put on the collar. It was big and heavy, about two inches high and an inch thick. It was hinged in back and Hunter secured it with a huge Master lock in the front. The collar must have been ten pounds and the lock another three pounds!
Hunter had locked a good fifty pounds of steel onto me!
"You doing alright?" he asked. I nodded. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but I would probably feel it in the morning. "Good. Wait till you try the belt!" UGH. More weight...
Hunter had to take another set of spiked cuffs and collars out of his bag so he could take out the "belt". HOLY CRAP. Except for it being a dull steel color, it reminded me of the old Batman utility belt. "It's the track from a trench digger," Hunter explained. It was about six inches wide and made up of interlocking steel plates at least an inch thick. It must have weighed in at more than fifty pounds and I had to help hold it around my waist as Hunter pulled it tight and closed the hasp in front, securing it with a lock as big as the one on my collar except this one dangled right above my junk!
I figured that even though it fit me like a tight steel corset that it was so heavy that it would fall off if I stood up. Hunter was way ahead of me. He hung a couple of heavy steel chains over my shoulders, crisscrossed them across my chest and back and secured them to the belt like suspenders. He had me stand up and attached a long chain to my wrists then secured it to my ankles. I could only lift my hand if I lifted my ankle and couldn't spread my ankles more than shoulder width apart.
Hunter looked me up and down, then gave me that toothy grin, "Tim, you look great." With a dubious look I went to look in the mirrored door in the entry closet. I looked reminiscent of one of those slave gladiators in those old movies. Hmm...kinda hot, I guess. I got that all of these restraints were supposed to make me feel confined, weak and powerless, but for some reason I felt powerful in all this heavy steel.
Hunter came up and hooked what looked like a tow chain to my collar, "Let's take it for a test run. Hands and knees." He yanked the chain and I obliged, crawling after him into the living room. I jangled as I crawled along behind Hunter and the heavy steel belt chained around my middle weighed down on me in this position like an anchor. It was a bit surreal to crawl through my apartment in just chains and my underwear while being led by a fully clothed handsome man young enough to be my son.
Hunter sat down on MY couch, in MY usual spot...the punk, and put his feet up on MY coffee table in triumph as he pulled me forward by the heavy chain. I crawled forward until my head was between his sneakered feet again. Unlike last night I wasn't in the mood for teasing, so I attacked his laces with my teeth, unknotting and loosening them quickly. Hunter kicked off his sneakers and peeled off his tee shirt as I latched onto the heel of his sock and almost ripped it off his foot to gain access to his bare foot. Instead of slavishly lapping his foot, I went after it like a hungry dog after a bone. I noticed that Hunter squeezed a couch cushion as I lapped and nipped at his tender toes.
If locking me up in chains and heavy irons was supposed to make me a submissive foot slave, they seemed to have the opposite effect on me, turning me into a foot destroyer. My mouth engulfed his foot and my tongue dove between his toes as I gnawed with my teeth on the instep and sole of his foot like a great white shark. I wanted to send a message to the cocky young stud sprawled on my couch - don't fuck with me kid, I'll eat you alive. Hunter tugged on the chain to direct me to his other foot. I pulled off, but I had other ideas. I licked and nibbled up the top of his foot and attacked his ankle. Hunter sucked in a breath as I gnawed on the sides of his ankle, making him squirm when I nibbled on the bone.
Then I moved on to the other foot, ripping his sock off his size twelve foot with my teeth and tossing it aside with a shake of my head before diving in to feast on the sweet meat of his foot. In the last 24 hours I had come to appreciate the masculine perfection of Hunter's young athletic feet. But I wasn't some pathetic sub who would crawl on my belly to worship the feet of a young god, if I was going to be part of some homoerotic foot worship scene, it was going to be masculine, unbridled, groaning, sweaty, man to man action.
I sat back on my heels and grabbed Hunter's leg, sliding his jeans up so I could gnaw on his ankle. "Easy..." he ordered with a yank on my chain. The heavy steel collar bit into my neck but I just bit down on his foot and gave him a "Don't fuck with me, punk" look. He relaxed back on the couch and I went easier on his perfectly formed foot. I found his sweet spot of a combination of kissing, licking and nibbling on his foot that had him squirming on the couch.
Hunter must have been into it since he had his hand down the front of his jeans, stroking his hard cock while watching me going down on his feet and breathing hard at the sensations I was sending through his feet straight to his cock. Finally, he couldn't take any more. Hunter stood up and yanked my chain, "On your back, bitch." I rolled over onto my back on my living room carpet and Hunter dropped down with his knees on either side of my head. He opened his jeans and hauled out his hard cock and balls. He started stroking his cock over my head while looking at his damn phone again. Fucking kids and their phones. I yanked it out of his hand and tossed it under the table, grabbed onto his hips and attacked his balls with my tongue.
Hunter groaned in surprise and pleasure as I lapped at his balls and he jerked his cock faster. He bent over me and grabbed one of the chains on my chest, confirming my suspicion's that the heavy chains and gear was Hunter's kink, not his customer's fetish. I was surprised myself that I had willingly decided to get my first taste of another man's genitalia, but I wanted to prove that even though I was on my back beneath the young stud, that I was the one in control. I reached into my briefs and pumped my own cock in time with Hunter's as I took each of his balls into my mouth one at a time for a good tongue bath. Above me, I felt and heard Hunter lose control as he stiffened and shot volley after volley of his hot load onto my chest.
