You blink once.

You blink. David sets the clipboard with the consent form and contract down. He unbuckles the crotch straps from the straitjacket and pulls off your jeans, shoes and socks. Your underwear shows that you are rock-hard. Under there, you are definitely hard. “Hmm…straight with a slight upward curve. Nice. However, you are dry and I can’t have that. Throw him in the cage.” They refasten the crotch straps and march you over to the big centerpiece of the room, a large cage with a hard plastic floor and chains making up the walls of the cage.

You are roughly thrown in, and can’t stand up without the use of your arms. David and Chris get new outfits on, Chris wearing a peaked cap with a leather bicep harness, leather shorts with a hood for his cock and ass, and boots, while David decided on a pair of leather assless chaps, and a leather vest also with boots. They bring in plenty of equipment to use on you. They tower over you, making sure to establish dominance, by stepping on you. “I hope you are ready for the time of your life, ****.” They attach a chain to the shoulder straps and lift you up to a point where you are on your knees. A spreader bar replaces the leg irons, and they take positions in front and behind you. If the straitjacket and muzzle wasn’t tight before, it is now, but not cutting off blood circulation.

Chris starts stroking you from behind, and it feels so good. David puts lube on his hand and takes over for Chris, amplifying the feeling of pleasure. “Feels good, doesn't it?” You want to resist but your moans say otherwise. “Yeah, yeah it does feel good, you slut.” You have never experienced such a feeling nor did you think you would today or ever in your life. You are raised up more, now with your feet off the floor of the cage with David now massaging and rubbing your balls with his other hand while Chris explores your ring. It makes you moan and jump in pleasure and surprise.