the stocks

The only advantage of the permanent belts was that Master now left us alone together to play, or rest in the large cage or cell as He called it. Our wrists and ankles were always shackled and, as usual, we wore our metal collars. But we were allowed such freedom as to touch each other caress, kiss and explored each other's body with tongues and fingers. Master never interrogated or inspected us in this respect. it was as if He had given us this freedom as a reward for losing any prospect of ever achieving orgasm as long as we were his slaves locked into these belts.

Of course, our playtimes induced desire and part of the thrill was the omnipresent hardness of our cocks and aching balls, inescapably and so unyieldingly imprisoned in this genital chastity device. So intense was our last fling, we found we were oozing precum through the holes. We both greedily licked at each other's metal cockhead, devouring the sweet male secretions and their aroma. So pre-occupied were we, we had not noticed that Master has quittely slipped into the dungeon in the gloom and had been watching. We froze.

Without a word, he attached leashes to our collars and hauled us out of the cell. We were terrified. He dragged us to the far end of the dungeon.

We were dragged into one of the recesses which had been opened up. In this area were two metal contraptions whose function i couldn't at first understand. my companion was hauled over to the one on the left and i was ordered to stay on all fours. with a swift action my brother's neck was dragged onto the contraption and master pulled his shackled wrists over his head, bringing his wrists to rest the other side of his neck and just as deftly brought down the remaining piece which then locked his neck and arms in place. then it was my turn.

As soon as we were both locked in, our ankles were secured and we fond oursleves in what were clearly metal stocks, in a kneeling position facing away from each other with absolutely no movement, being even further restricted by the regular shackles and collars we wore as a matter of course. By now my penis had shrunk with fear and I'm sure this was the same with my slave brother. Master returned to each of us havinig secured us and fixed a gag into our mouths. without another word, he left, closing the cell door and leaving us in total darkness. Uncertain of what would happen next, i tried to relax my body to conserve my strength for what i realised would be a hard punishment locked into this torture device.

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