The Triathlete- Part One

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The Triathlete- Part One

Post by triathlonwetsuitboi » Wed Dec 18, 2019 5:11 am

Hello everyone! Had a go at writing a story. Let me know what you think and what you want to see in part 2!

James slipped his legs into his sleeveless sleek black orca tri suit. It was still damp with his sweat from the 10km run and 40km cycle he had done the day before and its aroma filled his small bedroom. The head of his cock pushed against its metal cage as he pulled the suit further up his legs and his shaft throbbed trying to burst free from the chastity device. James had only just managed to stay soft enough to lock the device on his member when he had received it in the mail 9 days ago along with a lock with no key, a short chain and a note that read, ‘I’m going to have a lot of fun with you’. James shuddered and his cock pressed even harder against it’s prison to think about what that might entail. He zipped the suit up his back, the material outlining his toned chest and abdomen, the tight feeling of compression making James reach down to stroke his manhood only to remember that it was locked away. He let out a deep groan of frustration which only served to make him hornier.

James had always been athletic, getting into swimming and running from a young age and completing his first full triathlon at the age of 15. He had discovered his fetish for sports gear at around this age as well and this had meant that he had almost always competed in tri suits full of his own cum. He was 6 feet tall exactly with a slim but toned build and messy brown hair that had turned almost blonde because he was in the sun so much. His eyes were a dark brown and his facial features were striking, particularly his chiseled jawline.

He walked over to his small closet and opened it to the strong smell of neoprene which made his hairs stand on end. James had always been particularly interested in triathlon wetsuits, the rubbery sent of the neoprene, the feeling of pressure all over his body, the way they glistened when they were wet. He found himself wearing them whenever he could, even if he wasn’t competing, and wore them around his small apartment most days with his cock always standing to attention. He looked in front of him at the large array of suits that he had collected over the years. He had been instructed to bring with him a selection of 3 wetsuits along with the tri suit he was currently wearing. He first pulled out his Zone 3 Vanquish Wetsuit, a sleek black suit with orange and red finishes at the wrists and ankles. This was followed by his Huub Axiom wetsuit which he placed, along with the Zone 3 suit, in his race gear bag at the foot of his bed. Finally he removed the Orca Equip wetsuit that he had just had modified in the last week to include two zips giving access to his cock and arse. This was the suit that he had been ordered to wear over the top of his tri suit. James slowly unzipped the suit, the smell of neoprene growing even stronger and sending a chill down his spine. He pulled his legs into the suit and drew the material up towards his crotch. Thrusting his arms into the suit, he pulled the zip up towards his neck before reaching for the chain and lock he had received in the mail. He wrapped the chain around his neck and reaching over his back threaded the lock through the zip and each end of the chain before clicking the lock shut. He zipped his gear bag closed and headed for his bedroom door but stopped when he saw himself in the mirror. The blue and black neoprene of the suit was hugging every part of his muscular body defining his firm arse and outlining the cock cage he was wearing.

This had been the suit he was wearing two weeks ago when he met Zane at a triathlon he was competing in. James had been adjusting the material of his wetsuit on the starting line when he had heard someone to his right say, ‘You look like you could use a hand with that’. James looked up to see a tall tanned man in a perfectly fitting silver-panelled 2XU Propel wetsuit staring down at at his crotch. Confused James looked down and immediately turned red at the sight of his 8-inch pole throbbing in the tight neoprene. ‘I…um…’ said James, but before he was able to get out a proper response the horn sounded and everyone started racing towards the water. Zane gave him a quick wink and slapped him on the bum before turning to join the stampede of competitors. James still shocked began to limp down towards the water to begin the race and despite his best efforts was unable to shake the thought of the suited adonis he had just witness. As he crossed the finish line James could still feel his engorged cock sliding around inside his shiny tri suit. As he walked back to collect his gear James looked to see if he could spot the wetsuited stud but made it to the changing rooms without seeing anyone who even remotely looked like the man he had seen at the starting line. He entered one of the shower stalls and placing his gear bag down turned to lock the the door behind him, but instead of grabbing the door bumped into the man that was now standing at the entrance to the stall. ‘Still need help with that’, said the man James had been looking for. His smooth blue and white tri suit was patchy with sweat and the material bunched up at his crotch revealing an enormous bulge. James just nodded, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open unable to say anything. The man began rubbing up and down the length of James’ shaft and stroking the head of his cock in small circles with his thumb. The mans masculine scent filled James’ nostrils making his head spin and causing his cock to pulsate. It wasn’t long before James erupted into his tri suit letting out a violent moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. The man smiled down at James with a row of perfectly white teeth looking pleased with the work he had done. ‘What’s your name?’, James managed to get out after his gasping had began to subside. ‘Zane’, the man said, ‘and I have a lot more in store for you’.

Stepping away from the mirror, James opened his bedroom door and walked through his small living room to a rack by his front door where he stored his cycling cleats. After attaching them firmly to his feet, James slung his gear bag over his shoulder, opened the front door and left the apartment, knowing that he wouldn’t return until Tuesday. It was Thursday afternoon and James had managed to get the Friday and Monday off of work meaning that he would be able to spend 4 days in gear with Zane. James raced down the stairs and out of the lobby area of his apartment block to where his bike was locked at one of the public racks. Unlocking his bike and clicking his cleats firmly into the pedals James set off on the 60km bike ride along the coast to Zane’s apartment.

By the time he arrived, James had built up quite a sweat and slid around inside his wetsuit as if it was filled with lube. He had received some odd looks on his ride but had been instructed by Zane not to wear any clothes over his gear as he wouldn’t be needing any for the duration of his stay. When James pressed the the buzzer for apartment 2A the automatic door in front of him immediately opened and he walked into the apartment complex. Climbing the two flights of stairs to Zane’s apartment James noticed that the sweat in his wetsuit had made the scent of neoprene grow even stronger which caused his cock to ache inside it’s metal confinement. As he approached the door to Zane’s apartment he noticed that it was slightly ajar. After knocking several times to no response he cautiously ventured inside and stopped dead at what he saw. The apartment was a single room with a bed in the middle upon which a multitude of sex toys had been placed. To the right of the bed was a metal cage, probably just big enough to fit James if he were to crawl in on all fours. To the left of the bed stood a large leather sling raised above the ground be a self-standing metal base and above this, attached to the ceiling, was a long metal suspension bar. In a sort of trance James began to walk forward and almost tripped on something at his feet. Looking down he noticed a pair of neoprene knee pads, a large ball gag and a set of metal handcuffs laying next to a large sheet of paper with writing that read, ‘the wetsuit gimp will put these on and kneel at the bed to wait for it’s master’. Slowly placing down his gear bag, James knelt down and without hesitation began to put on the gear in front of him. Firstly he slipped on the knee pads, followed by attaching the ball gag to his head and finally cuffed his hands in front of him. He stood up and walked towards the bed, the size of the ball gag meaning that he was already beginning to drool, and knelt down at the foot of the bed. Now that he was closer he could make out the individual toys splayed out on the bed in front of him. There was a range of smooth and spiked paddles, cock rings, plugs (some rubber, some metal, some attached to wires), a large collection of rubber phalluses in different shapes and sizes and so many other toys that James had never seen before. As he was ogling at what was in front of him James failed to notice the sound of footsteps approaching from behind him…’I think it’s time we get started…gimp’.

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by alfiej_uk » Wed Dec 18, 2019 11:40 am

Great start - can't wait for the next part. Will he be punished for cuffing his hands in front of him, I wonder?

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by zeep » Tue Dec 31, 2019 12:07 am

im very excited what will happen now?

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by pwbonds1 » Sat Jan 18, 2020 10:53 am

Excellent story can't wait to see what happens next.

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by denimclad » Tue Jan 28, 2020 8:21 pm

It sounds like someone is in for a really good weekend! I can't wait to read what happens next - it should be a great story

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by triathlonwetsuitboi » Tue Oct 13, 2020 4:43 pm

The Triathlete- Part Two

Finally had the time to write a part 2! Hope you all enjoy and let me know if there's anything you want to see in part 3!

James began to turn his head to see where the voice was coming from but before he was able to, a large hand slid down onto his head and stopped him from being able to move at all. ‘Did I tell you to move gimp?’. James could almost hear the smirk in Zane’s voice as he attempted to respond only to remember his mouth had been made redundant by the huge gag that now had him drooling down the front of his wetsuit. ‘You will do exactly what I say…nod if you understand gimp’. James considered the situation he had found himself in for a moment. He was kneeling on the floor locked in one of his triathlon wetsuits, gagged and handcuffed, and had told his friends, family and co-workers that he was travelling to go and visit some of his old friends from university a 3-hour bus ride away. No one would be coming to look for him here. He wondered whether he should try to make a break for the door but his throbbing cock was telling him that he should stay exactly where he was. James slowly nodded his head which elicited a sensual moan from Zane behind him. ‘Good gimp’, Zane whispered from behind him, ‘I think it’s time we see what you can do!’. As he was saying this Zane walked around James and started placing the sex toys he had displayed on the bed on the floor in front of James. This allowed James to get a closer look at the toys which made his cock push so hard against it’s cage that James thought it might burst out. James was also able to get to a closer look at what Zane was wearing. He was wearing the same silver panelled 2XU propel wetsuit that James had first met him in but it seemed shinier as if he had rubbed lube over the entire surface of the suit. Over the top of his wetsuit Zane was wearing a leather harness that made James drool even more than he had been before.

‘Stand gimp’. James snapped out of his trance and realized that Zane had finished removing all of the toys from the bed and was now staring down at him with his dazzling blue eyes. James slowly rose to his feet, wobbling a little without the extra support of his cuffed hands. As he stood up, James noticed that the bed didn’t have a duvet or any pillows but was instead covered in shiny black rubber and at each corner of the bed James saw what looked like black leather cuffs. ‘Lie down on the bed gimp, and make sure you spread your legs nice and wide’. James did as he was told and as he was stretching his legs apart he felt Zane grasp one of his ankles and begin fastening the leather cuff around it. In no time both of James’ feet had been securely strapped down to the bed and with that Zane started to unlock the handcuffs James had locked himself in minutes earlier with a key he pulled from a small set of draws next to the bed. Zane continued by stretching James’ arms above his head and swiftly connected both of his wrists to the final two cuffs. James was now spreadeagle on the rubberized bed and fully at Zane’s mercy. ‘Nowhere to run now boi’ said Zane as he grinned down at James, clearly excited at the prospect of what he could do with his new wetsuit clad toy. Zane began to run his hands all over James’ body, working his way down from his hands, squeezing the sides of his chest and eventually coming to rest on James’ crotch. A shiver ran down James’ back and he let out a quiet moan as he began to grind against Zane’s palms. Zane gave James a firm tap on his rubbery balls which made him yelp and stop his thrusting. ‘Who said you could hump my hands gimp…someone needs to learn his place’. With that Zane gave James another 5 sharp thwacks to the balls causing James jerk his hips backwards and wince in pain. ‘Are you going to be compliant boi?’. James nodded, relaxing his body and preparing himself for whatever Zane might have in store for him.

Zane reached for the newly installed crotch zip on James’ wetsuit and began pulling it down to reveal James’s sweat drenched lycra trisuit underneath which throbbed the metal cage that had imprisoned James’ member for the past 9 days. ‘Mmmm, you smell good gimp’, exclaimed Zane as he inhaled deeply while reaching one of his arms through the now open crotch zip and rubbed James all over his soaked trisuit. James let out another moan as Zane slid his hand back down and grasped his cage through the lycra. ‘I bet this kept you really horny gimp…nine days without jerking off is an impressive feat. I think it’s time we reward you’. Zane stood up and walked over to the bedside table from which he retrieved a white vibrator wand. Zane leaned down so that his mouth was right next to James’ ear, ‘I think you’re going to enjoy this’, he whispered, and promptly flicked the switch of the vibrator which was now resting against the tip of James’ cock cage. James groaned and tilted his head back as the vibrator sent shockwaves of pleasure through the metal and up into his manhood. The pulsations became stronger and stronger as Zane continued to crank up the power and James thought that he might just be able to cum inside the cage but just as he was teetering on the edge of orgasm the sensation ceased. James jerked his head up to find Zane laughing to himself sinisterly. ‘Don’t look so sad gimp. You didn’t really think you’d get off that easily. You’ve got plenty of work to put in if you want to release your load anytime soon’. James let out an exasperated sigh and leaned his head back against the rubber sheets of the bed. Zane continued to tease James with wand, tracing it over his cage, sliding it up over his nipples and then back down to his taint, always switching off the power just before James could bring himself to orgasm. Finally, after what felt like hours, Zane placed the wand down on the bed and let out a deep sigh, ‘Do you think it’s time we get you out of that cage gimp?’. James nodded his head feverishly, with all of the teasing he had just received, he felt like his member might fall off if he didn’t get it out of it’s prison soon. ‘Ok gimp, but if we’re going to release that cock of yours, we’re going to have to put your ass to work as well’. James’ eyes widened, he’d seen the size of some of the plugs and other toys and didn’t know if he would be able to take it but at this point he was so desperate to get out of the cage that he would do almost anything.

Zane leaned down towards James’ crotch with his mouth and using his teeth ripped open James’ trisuit. James felt Zane’s warm breath against the tip of his cock and then suddenly Zane’s tongue was gliding along the shaft of his penis, finding it’s way through all of the grooves of James’ metal cage. ‘Mmmm, you taste good gimp’, Zane exclaimed, before pulling a key seemingly out of thin air, unlocking and removing the metal ring that had been squeezing his cock and balls for almost two weeks. His shaft jumped to attention but was still trapped beneath the body of the cage that Zane was yet to remove. ‘If you want that cock to feel fresh air, you’re going to have to get it off yourself’, Zane chuckled sadistically. James started to thrash about wildly, his caged member flailing from side to side as he tried to free his engorged manhood. The cage slowly began slipping down the length of James’s shaft before with a sharp hip thrust it came flying off and clattered across the ground before coming to rest in the far corner of the room. James’ now free pole slammed up against his neoprene clad stomach with a loud thud and James’ let out a groan of intense satisfaction.

With all of his thrusting James hadn’t noticed that while he had been hard at work releasing his cock from it’s cage, Zane had undone the access zip to his ass and was now gently rimming his hole through his sweaty lycra suit. ‘You just keep tasting better and better’, Zane proclaimed as he continued to work his tongue around and around James’ hole, ‘I think it’s time we see what this ass of yours can do’. Zane once again used his teeth to rip apart the lycra, giving him full access to James’ smooth muscular butt. Zane then retrieved a pair of shiny black rubber gloves and worked them onto his hands before picking up a large bottle of lube from the ground. He then placed a dollop of lube onto the glove, rubbing it all over them and squeezed a small amount directly onto James’ rim, gently working it around the outside of his hole with two fingers. James felt his hole stretch and his cock twitch as Zane slowly inserted one of his gloved fingers into James’ hole and began gently massaging the back of his prostate. Zane then inserted a second finger, followed swiftly by a third and James’ pole grew harder and harder as Zane continued to work his prostate more deeply. ‘I think it’s time you experienced some electro gimp’, Zane declared as he swiftly removed his fingers from James’ arsehole and picked up a shiny metal plug that had several wires shooting out from it’s base. Before James could even respond, Zane had already begun working the plug inside of him and with a few small swivels of the wrist James’ hole gobbled up the plug hungrily. James released an animalistic groan and inhaled deeply as his hole wrapped itself around the plug.

Before James was able to recover from his hole’s sudden engulfment, he began to feel his ass pulse rhythmically in and out as electricity started coursing the plug. His sweaty rubberized body began shaking as Zane turned the electricity up, the plug working its way deeper inside of him with each pulse. “I think we should give you some time to get acquainted with that plug boi. I’m going to meet up with a few other wetsuited mates but don’t worry I can control that plug of yours with my phone and I’m sure my friends would jump at the chance to give you a little electric surprise!”. With that Zane turned around and walked out of the apartment. As James heard the lock turn, he felt a sharp increase in the pulsing sensation in his arse and began to moan loudly into his gag. It was going to be a long evening…

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by TheOzardOfWiz » Wed Oct 14, 2020 7:53 pm

Holy hell this is getting super fucking hot. *pinches nose in an attempt to stop bloody nose*
SQADALA, WE ARE OFF!!!

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Re: The Triathlete- Part One

Post by triathlonwetsuitboi » Thu Oct 15, 2020 3:11 pm

Glad you’re liking it!

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