MR GREY x CHRIS PT.1
FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE
LISTING: LATEX CATSUIT
PRICE: $10
Latex catsuit needs a new home. Suit requires some muscle definition to fit right. Full body back zipper, front crotch zipper. Comes with matching gear if you’re up to it 😈
Chris looked at the listing photo of the suit for hours, not sure if he should follow through. The suit was at a remarkably low price compared to any other listing he’s seen but something seemed off about it. He considered the suit might be damaged or that the owner was running a scam so after favoriting the post to save for later, he closed out of the window.
That night Chris couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, in a trance somewhere between waking and sleep thinking about the suit. He was at it for ours, grinding against the bed at the thought of the suit. He had never owned one of the things, mainly because it was an expensive but for a college student still figuring out his sexuality, but the low price became something he couldn’t over come. Temptation got the best of him around 3am when he shot up in the dark, opened his computer and sent a message to the seller.
“Hi. Is the listing still available?” He typed the message a few times before deciding to send it. But at a price like that he had a feeling that the thing would already be sold and worn by now to the buyer who had the guts to take the chance. The deal good and gone. Mr.Grey probably wouldn’t answer anyway.
When Chris woke in the morning the first notification on his phone screen was from a Mr.Grey.
“Yes it’s still available. When are you able to pick it up?” -Mr. Grey
A pained feeling shot through Chris’s stomach. He couldn’t tell if the feeling was butterflies or the panicked nerves of someone stepping out into the unknown. He never thought the man would respond and definitely not that he would have to pick it up.
“I was hoping for it to be shipped?” -Chris
“Sorry boy. If you want the suit you’re gonna have to pick it up in person. Don’t do delivery. Gotta make sure this latex gets to the right home.” -Mr.Grey
With a frustrated tap, Chris tapped on Mr.Grey’s profile icon. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, brown stern eyes and a stubbly firm jaw.
Fuck. Chris’s cock started to her hard in his tight rugby shorts, the fabric pulling taught and pushing back against his erect dick. The man was incredibly sexy in a stern way. His eyes a disapproving dare through the screen of Chris’s turned on state.
“Deal. I can come Friday afternoon,”- Chris
“See you then,” -Mr Grey
Friday afternoon couldn’t come soon enough. Chris waited in anticipation. It was all he could think about. During his lectures, during practice, and in his dreams the image of the man offering the latex suit haunted him. The nights leading up to Friday he rarely got full sleep, waking up in a horny sweat needing to assuage his cock back down so he could get back to bed.
But just like that, Chris found himself walking up the stairs of Mr.Grey’s apartment. The building was a modern take on the brick brownstones in the area, painted a cool grey in contrast from the other warmer palleted houses next door. Chris knocked hesitantly.
After a few seconds he could hear heavy footsteps walking down the stairs just inside getting closer to the front door. With the twist of the dead bolt the same man from the picture opened up the door. He was bigger than Chris thought, taking up most of the doorframe and definitely taller than his image made him look. Mr. Grey had to slightly hunch over, resting his elbow on the inner frame. He was dressed as Chris’s expected this kinky mystery man to be. A tight white button down shirt that showed off his large pecs, black dress pants tightly held at the waist by a leather belt and a red leather motorcyle jacket. Chris looked up at the man looming over him and slightly gulped. Even though he was on the uni’s rugby team and had come to squares with lots of masculine men in his time, no one gave off the energy that Mr.Grey did.
“Hello you must be Chris?” Mr. Grey asked, extending his hand for a shake.
Chris smiled nervously. “Yes sir.” Grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.
Mr. Grey chuckled. “No need for such formalities. Just call me grey,” he said through a smirk.
“Well, here you go,” grey said handing Chris a large cardboard box he had stowed away just on the other side of the door.
Chris tucked the box under his arm and used his free hand to give Grey the $10 he owed.
“Thanks.” Chris said awkwardly not knowing what to do next.
“Have a good day son,” Grey muttered as he backed away from the door, slowly closing it on Chris.
Chris turned around and began his walk home with a wave goodbye.
When Chris got back to his apartment he was half hard and immediately locked his bedroom door. He striped quickly down to his socks and opened the box with a sharp pair of scissors. His cock at the sight of the suit was rock hard, the tip shiny with precum.
Sitting on top of the latex on thick paper was a note. “Hope you enjoy the suit and extra goodies. Make sure to send me a picture to show that you are satisfied with all the items on. And for best use I recommend wearing all the items in the box on the first go. Even the one in that velvet bag. ~Chris.
Chris took all the items out of the box. First, a red leather harness with matching arm bands, wrist bands and thigh bands. They each felt heavy to the touch and included a D ring on their sides. Next the neck entry latex suit. Then at the bottom, a pair of red rubber motorcyle boots and tucked beneath that, a small velvet bag.
Chris stood in front of his spoils hungry to try everything on. What was laid out on the bed in front of him was like a wet dream come true. A few months ago, he couldn’t fathom ever owning gear like this and now it’s fallen right into his lap.
Chris read the note again, his hands drawn to the small black velvet bag he had yet to open. His mind raced with the possibilities of what it could be. But there was only one way to find out.
He gasped with excitement, when he opened the bag, pulling on the strings of the pouch to reveal a solid black chastity cage with a key. He secretly had always wanted to try being caged but because of rugby and his general horniness he never ended up buying one. He had seen them all. Metal ones and plastic ones. Ones with electro attachements and entire belts but never one like throw. but as long as he had the key it would be fine. A little test run. Chris grabbed some ice from the fridge, nakedly running through his kitchen with his empty hand over his dick and retreated back to his room where he ran the cubes along his shaft. He cursed and winced at the feeling but it caused his 8 inch hard on to go down to a flaccid 5 which is what he needed. With a slight tremble of excitement to his hands, he shoved his balls into the metal ring of the cage and stuffed his cock into the black tube. The thing sat weird on his junk but pressing down on the contraption, the bar adjusted itself with a robotic whirl pressing snugly against his body and then up, squeezing the tube into the balls and firmly around his sack. A blue light on the top flashed and went solid with a beep. Chris tugged on the thing. It wasn’t going anywhere and the device reacted accordingly, getting snugger by the retraction of the metal bar any time he got even remotely close to loosening it from his member.
Chris without thinking set the key down on his nightstand. In his excitement he forgot to try to unlock the device or even look for a key hole. But there were more pressing horny matters at hand.
He slid his feet first into the latex suit. The thing clung to him like a smooth second skin. He worked the suit up his body, rubbing against his caged cock that now pulsed and throbbed inside his cage. The feeling rested in his gut. An aching in his balls that felt right.
Chris jumped slightly, shimmying his large ass into the suit, then pulled up on the rubber. Next he lifted the rest up to his neck and shoved his arms in the sleeves. The latex did miracles to his form. While he was already very muscular, the suit accentuated all that was masculine about him and made him look even more muscular than before. With the pull of a chord, he zipped the suit up in the back and with a slight metallic zap of a magnet the zipper reached its home at the top of his neck.
Finally, to complete the look, he slipped on the tight rubber motorcycle shoes along with the leather straps and harness. He pulled them as tight as he could, buckling them securely. It felt as if he was in a big kinky hug. He had to take a slight breather at the sight of himself in the mirror. His caged cock jumping to be erect but stopped by the metal prison he put himself in.
Just as he was told, he lifted his phone and took a picture in the mirror.
“Well safe to say I’m a satisfied customer! The gear feels great. Even the cage.” -Chris
+attached 1 photo
“You look good in it boy. How do you feel?”- Grey
“I feel fucking great. Horny. A dream come true of mine to own something like this. But can I ask? Why only $10? It’s in great condition.” -Chris
Mr. Grey took a second to respond, a thing that made a knot form at the bottom of Chris’s stomach.
“Boy you have no idea what you have done putting on my gear.” -Grey
Chris nervously went to type something back before throwing his phone on the bed. A sick feeling encompassed him. Mr. Grey had seemed nice when they met but not all Chris got when he pictured the man was something sketchy and dark.
Chris reached for the harness on his chest to start taking the gear off but it wouldn’t budge. The buckle he used to secure it tight to his frame wouldn’t move. He tried the arm bands and no luck either.
“Hey do the buckles get stuck often?”-Chris
Chris typed back panicked.
“Only when I want them to.” -Mr.Grey
At that response, Chris was ready to get out of the gear. His hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of his neck, every time he seemed to grab it and pull there was no response. The thing was stuck too. None of the gear would budge. The only zipper he could find that did was the crotch to add zipper at the bottom of his suit.
His hurried panic to get out of the latex was stopped in its tracks by another notification from his phone from Mr.Grey.
“By now you might have noticed that you are safe and secured in the suit. As you put each item on the metallic zap of a magnet kept everything in place, even the suit. This is all controlled by an app on my phone as well as access to the cage you foolishly stuffed your cock into.”- Mr.Grey
Chris couldn’t believe what he was reading. It felt like something out of a bad kinky dream or a shitty sci-fi novel. He pulled the ass to crotch zipper and tried tugging on his caged cock. The thing wouldn’t move even an inch. Aside from the general terror he felt, he also could feel his cock hard as a rock in the steel. A betrayal of the mind and body.
“You stupidly accepted my $10 lure and put on the cage before even noticing the key that came doesn’t have a lock hole on the device to go into. But don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it…” -Mr.Grey
“Worth it for me at least. You… not so much. Your right to cum and your freedom are worth a lot more than that.” -Mr. grey
“Dude stop playing. I know where you live. I’m coming over and beating your ass if you don’t let me go now.” -Chris
“Unfortunately I’m out of town at the moment but you can come over when I get back in a week and beg for your release. In the meantime enjoy the suit. I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.” -Mr.Grey
Suddenly a hard shock ran through Chris’s cock and balls sending him kneeling to the floor. With a load groan he cupped his groin and gritted his teeth.
“Did you enjoy the shock? Misbehave and look forward to more in your future. And I better not see any damage to the suit or other gear when I get back or you will be in a world full of pain and in that cock cage forever. In the mean time to entertain me I have some things for you to do… but more on that tomorrow.” -Mr.Grey
“Fuck you.” -Chris
Another zap coursed through Chris, this time fore severe leaving his doubled over on his bedroom floor.
“Goodnight boy.” -Mr. Grey.
Chris laid on the floor in shock thinking about this new life he has stumbled into. He had no idea how he was going to hide his especially from the rugby team.
The next day after a rough sleep Chris sent a picture of him and his suit under normal clothes to Mr.Grey upon request. He was lucky it was winter and he could just get away with wearing a jumper.
“Good boy.” -Mr.Grey
As Chris read the text a warm vibration sensation emanated from his cage. Chris’s skin flushed and he bit his lip. Fuck… that felt good.
Pt.2 coming soon!
