By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 6.

After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. Master Leach said that he would be going over to the proprietor’s place to pick up his slave, and he needed to lock me into the cell for the rest of the day and night. So I would be again tightly chained, initially in the prisoner transport chair, then in that cell of his down below. I had hoped to be able to have a day to rest and recuperate, but I certainly wouldn’t be getting that while tightly chained in that cell. My cock started getting hard at the thought.

After all that time getting me chained up, initially locked to the prisoner transport chair and then locked into the cell, master finally pulled my collar back and forced the thin bar through my collar. With the extra leather around my neck from the proprietor’s hood and the huge stiff penis in my mouth, this was a lot harder to deal with. Initially I could barely get any air through the tiny pinholes. Master could see that I was having difficulty, and stayed to make sure that I would be all right. Eventually I was able to get somewhat settled down. The problem is that with that difficulty my cock immediately erupted. I had that extra pain to deal with.

After master left, I realized that this was much worse than the last day and night I’d spent in that cell. I was going to have to force myself to accept it by focusing on taking one breath at a time. It was only when I thought about the position I was in that I would start to panic and my cock would start to get hard. That stiff hood and gag didn’t help matters.

I continued standing in that cell. What else could I do? I would have to endure this as best I could. It was yet another challenge, one that was even greater than the last two had been. Then I heard sounds. Master Leach was back, and probably was bringing the proprietor’s slave into his home. I heard the sound of chains being attached to a cart up above. I realized that the master had removed the cart that he had transported me in when bringing me to this cell. I wondered if the proprietor’s slave would be joining me down here. I never did see this place to know if there were other cells.

After a while I heard the sound of the cart coming down the hill. Then the door was opened. Apparently the proprietor’s slave had sight, because I heard a gasp when the light was turned on. Then I heard the master’s voice. “You won’t be having to deal with anything like that. You wouldn’t be able to withstand that much at this stage of your life. Plus I don’t think you would like anything that intense. Only a special kind of guy would like that. It’s why I haven’t put you in the set of chains that I put him in. No, I plan to put you into one of my boxes, much like you were in at the proprietor’s dungeon.”

It was nice to hear the master call me a ‘special kind of guy’. I appreciated that. But I didn’t realize that there were more devices here in this room, including some of those boxes. I wondered how long the proprietor’s slave would be kept in his box. I was hearing the sounds of locks being opened as the slave was being removed from the prisoner transport chair. After that I heard him being escorted into the box.

I next heard a lot of locks being secured. There were probably a lot of attachment points inside the box. It would be in keeping with the master’s way of doing things. Finally I heard the top being closed and locked, and the side being closed and locked. The slave had to be well secured to that box. The next sound I heard was of the master getting on top of the box. I heard him unzip his pants, and I heard the sound of a gag being removed. The slave made a few unintelligible utterances, so he must still have a ring gag in place.

Next I heard the sounds of the master working his cock into the slave’s mouth. I wondered how well the slave would be at licking and sucking. It didn’t sound like he was that good at it, since the master was calmly working with the slave, instructing him on how to do the cock-sucking properly. Finally I heard the inevitable shout from the master as he erupted. After that I heard him tell the slave to lick and suck his cock, but again as I was hearing the master’s instructions, it didn’t sound like he was very good at it. Finally I heard the sound of a gag being put back, the master zipping his pants back up and getting off the box, and leaving the room, closing and locking the door behind him after he turned off the light.

We were the only two left in the room, that slave and me. We couldn’t communicate, but I’m sure he was thinking about what he’d seen of me and what I must be going through. It felt good to be the source of someone else’s admiration. I then heard the sound of the master going into the kitchen above. It must be meal time again.

The two of us didn’t see the master again that day. I was kept in that cell overnight as the master had told me I would be. Again, I didn’t get any sleep while I was in there. It was too stressful of a position to trust falling asleep, as I was still concentrating on getting one breath at a time.

Day 7.

The master came down the next morning. He brought the prisoner transport chair with him. I was the first one he removed. It was the same long routine of unlocking everything, moving me into the chair where he locked everything back again, moving me upstairs where he unlocked everything again, and let me out to start the usual morning routine. While I was on my stomach eating, my hands cuffed in those rigid cuffs behind my back, I heard him walk back downstairs again. Since the chair remained upstairs I figured the master had other things in mind than to release the slave. I figured he would be fed directly while in the box, rather than while on the floor like I had to do.

I knew to remain where I was after I’d finished eating until he returned. When he finally entered he started getting me ready for the shower. I’d already been warmed up and had my exercises. I wondered what was next on the agenda after I took my shower.

After I was dried off, master surprised me. He took off my hood, gag and collar, and started talking to me. He asked “did you enjoy your stay here with me so far?”

“Yes, sir, I did.”

“I enjoyed having you. Would you be interested in making the arrangement more permanent?”

“I would, sir, but I’d like to know what you have in mind.”

“I would like to make you my bondage boy, available when you’re not working, for me to have fun with. I’d also like to start making decisions for you in your life.”

“I understand. Yes, I would like that, sir.”

“Good. In that case, I will need to collar you to indicate that you belong to me. Since you work at a white collar job, your shirts and ties will cover the collar. You make the decision for the clothes you wear to work, but I make the decision for the ones you wear when you are not at work. And you will need to move in with me. Is that agreeable?”

“Very much so, master.”

“Good. The first item to be taken care of is the collar. I have some spares here. I’ll get one that is in your neck size.” He left the room and came back with a metal collar that was about an inch high all around. He put it around my neck and pushed one end into the other to close it. I heard it ratchet shut. He tested it and pushed it again, ratchetting it another notch tighter. I found it to be very tight, pushing into the base of my neck. It was what I would expect from him.

He told me where he lived, and told me to get dressed in my leathers to return home to pack. I was surprised at how quickly this was moving. The butt plug was still in place, my cock was still in the spiked sheath, my nipples were still clamped, but otherwise I was free to get dressed. I soon had my leathers, boots and helmet on, and was on my way back home. But it was only to move to another home in the same city.

On the drive back on my bike I started thinking about the week at the cabin and how my life had changed. I loved the physical bondage challenges I had been put through, and looked forward to having more ahead of me. I knew that Master Leach would provide them.

Later that night, after I’d gotten everything packed, I called him and found that he’d arrived home after delivering the proprietor’s slave, hood and gag back to him. I moved all my belongings to his home, using my pickup, leaving my bike behind until we could pick it up. He explained the protocol he would expect from me when I would arrive to his home from now on, dropping to my knees, bowing down, gagging myself with the gag he would leave at the door, putting the hood on that he would leave at the door, and having my hands cuffed behind me in the rigid cuffs he would leave at the door.

That night I was back in another version of the chains, only this time with the addition of a chain harness around my chest. This was also locked to the chains at the sides, and pulled as tight as he could get it. I was, of course, gagged with his soft leather hood on my head. He had me stretched out on his bed alongside him. The chains at my shoulders were attached by chains to the headboard, and the chains at the ankles were attached by chains to the bottom of the bed. He had me lay face down for my ass to be available to him when he would want it. That night he did want it, detaching the butt plug from the chains and pulling it out, putting it back in place after erupting.

Days 8 and 9.

The next day, Saturday, was spent arranging everything in my room and seeing how his house was set up, him showing me the chores he expected me to do. I was put through the usual routine that I’d been through that first morning at the cabin. He laid out my leathers for me to wear during the day. He had a smaller dungeon available, but the main one was at the cabin. That night I was in bed again as the previous night. I figured that this is how I would be spending every night at his home.

After the usual morning routine and back in my leathers again, the next day was spent trying out the various devices in his dungeon. Nothing was as intense as that cell up at his cabin. He could see my disappointment at what he had available at his home. He assured me that now that he had someone who craved extreme bondage, he would start acquiring devices that would satisfy me.

Days 10 to 13.

At work the black shirts, ties and pants I normally wear, in addition to the suit coat, covered everything underneath with one exception. A couple of my co-workers noticed the bulge at the front of my tight pants. They also found out that I’d moved. Without realizing that they’d noticed the bulge, I told them that I had moved in with another guy, that we were sharing the cost of the house. They put two and two together and understood what was causing the bulge. I knew the rumor mill was going to start, but I didn’t care. I was happier than I’d ever been. I’d found my life’s partner.

During the week we visited the local bondage club. The club’s rumor mill started when they found out from my change of address that I was now living with Master Leach. And the guy I had to give my new address to was the one who had blurted out my name up at that place in the valley. Master Leach gave him a piece of his mind for giving out my name.

Day 14.

The following Friday night, after work I was ordered to change into my leathers to ride to the cabin for the weekend. I also was gagged under the helmet, and had another metal collar on above the one that would now always be around the base of my neck, one that was just as tight, pressing into my neck and Adam’s apple, and went up under my chin after I’d lifted my head as high as I could get it. It was also ratchetted closed, but unlike the one at the base of my neck, there was a hole for a key to fit in to remove it. Swallowing was difficult, and breathing was a little restricted. Master had me add a leather neck corset over the metal collars to hide them from view. I also had my cock in that spiked sheath in the chastity device and butt plug in place, nipples clamped, and was also wearing the chain harness, the usual items I now always wore. I wondered how riding over bumps while sitting on that butt plug would feel. I figured I’d have to move forward when riding. And I hoped we wouldn’t be stopped by the police while I had these items on. But the thought of this possibility excited my cock.

Master rode his motorcycle. Soon we were both sitting at that last light as we’d been two weeks earlier. I looked over at him, and he looked over at me. He gunned his engine and I gunned mine. When the light changed, we both took off. But this time I didn’t go full out, but kept close behind him. I figured since he was my master I’d better let him win. I wanted to be in that cell for the weekend, and he knew it, so I didn’t want to give him a reason to disappoint me. And I hoped he would take off that chastity device when I was in the cell. It hadn’t been removed all week. I wasn’t into pain, but the pain from the spiked sheath when I erupted was one pain I was looking forward to getting.

The End

By Mister-X/Spartan

Todd awoke to the sound of all the ‘clicks’ of his restraints opening, as well as the slow rising of the lid of the box in which he was sleeping. He yawned and stretched his limbs and removed his blindfold and gag before rising out of the box, being careful when pulling his ass off the dildo which was part of the box. It was the start of another day. After taking care of his emptying at both ends, he shaved his chin, neck, face and scalp and washed his face. Then he went out to the kitchen to start getting breakfast. He was still dressed in his pyjamas, which is what he called the full rubber catsuit he slept in. He turned on the television to catch the news. He had set his ‘alarm’ to be a few minutes before the 7:00 newscast so he could catch the beginning. The lead story was about a big storm that was due to hit that evening and continue overnight.

While breakfast was cooking he did his minimal exercises to start warming up for the day. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. He started thinking about the day ahead, and realized that it was the day for play with his friends. Since Todd didn’t have a regular job, living off the income from his inventions, he didn’t work a regular week and wasn’t that aware of which day of the week it was. His friends did do regular jobs, and their play would be on weekends, one of which began with this day. At the thought, Todd’s cock started getting hard.

Breakfast finished, dishes done, shower taken, catsuit washed and dried, he got into his warm-up suit and went to the garage to start his exercise regimen. Finished with his stretching, push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups and jumping jacks, he left for his morning jog around the neighborhood. He met a few of the neighbors, both 2- and 4-legged, as he usually did on his jogs. He took along some biscuits for the 4-legged ones, who always looked forward to seeing Todd on his jogs. The 2-legged ones just knew him as the guy who lived down the street, the inventor. They were all friendly. They didn’t know about his kinky side. Not that his house, both inside and out, would look like he was kinky. The box he slept in, which he kept locked, looked just like any chest with the lid down, except for the air holes, which were hidden in the back next to the wall. He kept a bed just for show. He didn’t have a dungeon. For that he visited his friends.

Back from jogging, he took a shower, got dressed in his leathers, and went to his workshop to think about his latest invention, one that wasn’t completed yet. He was working on remote-controlled cuffs, and the problem he was thinking about was how to make sure that someone else did not have the ability to open or close them if they had a similar pair. He knew that automobile remotes had a 1 in 198 chance of opening someone else’s car, and he wanted to improve the odds from that. He was checking various sites on his computer to get more information, and eventually wandered over to bondage porn sites. His mind was still fixed on his play time tonight. His cock was affecting his thinking. Finally Todd gave up on his invention problem as he realized he was being affected by his cock’s needs. He went into the kitchen, got an ice cube, deflated his cock, and locked it into chastity so he could get back to work.

He was soon back to checking various internet sites that dealt with information regarding the problem he was trying to resolve. He spent several hours absorbed in that. It was only when his stomach started reminding him that he was overdue supplying it with sustenance that he noticed the time. He was going to be late for the party. He quickly signed off and turned off his computer. He always kept it off when he wasn’t using it to prevent anyone else from accessing his information. He strapped on his favorite leather collar, buckled on leather wrist bands and rushed into the garage to get into his car. He started up the engine, which automatically activated the garage door opener. He backed out and headed off. He had locked the front door when he had gotten back from his jog, and the garage door automatically closed when the car was a certain distance away. These were more inventions of his.

When he arrived at his friends’ place, they were already starting. They weren’t surprised at his arriving late. They were used to his behavior, knowing that he could get his mind wrapped up in what he was working on. But they were very pleased to know someone as talented at inventing bondage gear as Todd was.

Todd was a confirmed bottom, getting his satisfaction from being placed in bondage. It was also how he could realize all the possibilities for improvements in this play, giving him ideas for further inventions. It was a limited market, but one in which a lot of people were always looking for the proverbial better mousetrap, so to speak. His friends were ready for him, having ideas of their own for something different that Todd might like and which they enjoyed putting him into.

Immediately on his arrival, as per long standing policy, Todd had the rings that were attached to his leather wrist bands locked together behind his back. His cock always would start to react from this. But this time Todd realized that he’d forgotten that he’d locked his cock in chastity, and the key was in his pants pocket. He started to say something about this, when the other long standing policy kicked in. His friends put a gag in his mouth when Todd started to speak. This time they had decided to use a pump-up gag, one that would completely fill his mouth after it had been pumped up. And to further the gagging, they wrapped duct tape tightly around his head over his mouth after he was gagged. They were now ready. Todd wasn’t, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. His cock would remain in chastity, and his stomach would remain unfilled.

They placed a blindfold on Todd, and put shackles on his ankles which had a connecting chain about a foot long. They then helped him walk into another room. When they took the blindfold off, there was a familiar looking smiling face standing in front of him, but a face he’d only seen on the internet, not in person. His friends introduced Todd to the webmaster of his favorite internet bondage site. He obviously couldn’t shake hands, or speak with him, but he was pleased to meet him. The guy had brought cameras, as well as his assistant, and they were ready to film the play Todd and his friends engaged in. Todd was amenable, though he didn’t have much of a say in the matter.

Todd’s friends had been telling the webmaster about the various inventions Todd had produced. The webmaster was intrigued with a number of them, not having seen anything like them before, and wanted to see them put into use. Todd’s friends were happy to accommodate. Todd became the designated guy to have all his inventions tried out, photographed and publicized on that webmaster’s popular site. Todd was pleased to get the publicity.

After they had finished, Todd’s friends told the webmaster about Todd’s box that he slept in. One thing led to another, and soon the whole group was in cars on the way to Todd’s house. Todd was kept cuffed and gagged for the trip. The storm was starting in, and the car was buffeted by the winds on the way. The approach of Todd’s car was all that was needed to trigger his garage door to open. It was the first time Todd had come home while bound. Todd realized that this may not be the safest thing to have happen, that someone could rob Todd of his car and house location to be able to get in. But then, Todd realized that thieves could just as easily rob someone else of their keys and house location, so it was equivalent. He made a mental note to invent a way to improve his security.

He was kept in his car, not let out until the garage door closed after the car engine was turned off. His friends were careful to keep this side of Todd’s life from the neighbors. The guy who was driving the car opened the front door to let all the others in, as well as the photo equipment. The equipment was protected from the pelting rain.

Everybody inside, Todd’s friends got the key to the lock on the box and opened it. They brought Todd over to it so he could show them the box. Needless to say, the webmaster took lots of pictures of it, both lid down and lid up, without anyone occupying it. The webmaster also got pictures of Todd standing next to his box, still cuffed and gagged. Then the webmaster wanted to see it in action with Todd secured in it. That meant removing the cuffs for Todd to get out of his leathers and into his pyjamas. He was still kept gagged.

When Todd emerged dressed in his rubber catsuit, the webmaster started running his video camera while his assistant worked the still camera. Todd initially adjusted his ass to sit down on the dildo. Next Todd spread his ankles on top of the triggers for the ankle cuffs which were located at opposite ends of the box. As soon as his ankles were on top of the designated spots, the metal cuffs clicked shut over Todd’s ankles.

The triggering of the ankle cuffs closing also triggered metal coverings to close over Todd’s legs, both above and below his knees. After this Todd completed laying his back down on the box, which triggered a metal covering to close over his stomach. One of Todd’s friends put the blindfold back over Todd’s eyes, and Todd lay his head down, triggering the metal covering to lock over his neck. Todd then stretched his hands out to the top corners of the box, laying them down over the bands which triggered the metal coverings to close over them. Todd was now well secured in his box in an ‘x’ shape the way he would be every night. He wouldn’t be released until the designated time the next morning. The closing of the wrist coverings triggered the lid of the box to start to close.

After the box lid was closed, Todd’s friend with the padlock locked it again to the box so it could be photographed this way. With a big smile, he said, “I’ll be back in the morning to let Todd out. Todd’s alarm is set to open everything at a little before 7 AM each morning, but it senses when the padlock is attached, and won’t open in a case like that. So Todd is going to get some extra rest tomorrow morning.”

With that, the webmaster stopped his video camera, and his assistant finished getting still pictures. He thanked the group for an excellent picture-taking session of something that his viewers would enjoy seeing. The group left Todd’s house, making sure that the front door was locked, his friend keeping that key so he could get back inside the next morning.

Todd had little difficulty falling asleep, since it was his normal time to do so, and was his normal way of doing so. The box also kept out the sound of the wind whistling as that storm was beginning to focus its full force on the area. It was when he awoke the next morning that Todd got his first surprise. He was sure that it was past time for his ‘alarm’ to go off, but it hadn’t. There wasn’t much Todd could do but just wait. Todd’s biggest regret was that his cock was still locked in chastity. He usually erupted his morning Woodie into his rubber catsuit and cleaned it up later, but there would be no eruption this day.

Todd’s friend finally made it to Todd’s house. That storm had disrupted roads in several places with falling trees and other debris. When Todd’s friend unlocked and removed the padlock, he expected the lid to open and the other restraints to open, but that didn’t happen. His friend checked the clock, and found that the power was off. He’d heard on the radio that there were numerous power outages caused by the storm. He figured that the power would eventually get back on, so he left the padlock, left a note for Todd to call him when he got out, and left the house.

Todd’s housekeeper came on Sundays, the one day that Todd didn’t play with his friends or work in his workshop. This made it easier for Todd. Like everyone else besides his bondage friends, the housekeeper was unaware of Todd’s kinky side. Despite the storm damage, the housekeeper came as usual, since she had a key to Todd’s house, but noticed that the power was off, so she couldn’t run the vacuum cleaner. Instead she was in the process of dusting the box when the power came on and the lid started lifting. She jumped back startled, but was then cautiously curious to see what was inside. When she saw Todd in his rubber catsuit getting up, blindfold and gag in place with all those metal coverings opening up, she let out a blood-curdling scream and went running outside. Needless to say, this attracted the neighbors. It took Todd some time to get the neighbors and the housekeeper calmed down, still dressed in his full rubber catsuit.

Unfortunately this came at a cost. He was going to have to arrange to get another housekeeper. And the neighbors now started avoiding him when he went for his morning jog. Todd made another mental note to himself to get a backup power source in case the power went off again. At least Todd was pleased at how well the pictures turned out which were posted on that webmaster’s site.

The End

By Mister-X/Spartan

It was bedtime. Ike got the wooden pole. It was a duplicate of the one that was in his closet that he hung his hangers on. It was about 7 feet long, as the one in his closet was. That was what had gotten Ike the original idea. He liked it so much that he finally got a duplicate at Home Depot so he didn’t have to keep removing his clothes that were on hangers, then putting them back when he was finished.

Ike lay it down on the floor alongside the leather straps, the blindfold and the ball gag. He already had put his cock in his chastity device. Otherwise, he was naked. He lay down on his stomach and lay out the leather straps, then put the pole behind him. He had to sit up to put the strap around the pole and his ankles, having the pole go next to his body. After the ankle strap was tightened and buckled, he lay down again and positioned the pole. Next was the strap around his legs above his knees and the pole. Then the stomach, keeping this one as loose as required.

Then the neck strap. Then the ball gag. He got the handcuffs and ratcheted one side closed on his left wrist after making sure that his fingers would have access to the keyholes. He also made sure that the keys were at their usual accessible place. He put his blindfold on, stretched his hands down under the stomach strap, which now was covering his arms almost to the elbow, put his left hand next to the pole, reached under the pole for the right hand cuff with his right hand and pulled it to the other side after wrapping it around the pole, used his left hand to ratchet it on his right wrist, and checked to make sure he’d done everything. Satisfied, he rolled over onto his back. He tested to make sure he couldn’t move, attached to the pole he was resting on, and prepared to drop off to sleep.

Ike sat at a computer most of the day. He did that when he was not at class when he’d been at school, and now did it when he was at work. Doing that so often started causing him a problem with his posture. He finally noticed it, and realized that he was going to need to do something about it.

Ike also was into self-bondage. He was wondering if there was something he could do to force his posture to be straight, something that he could combine with his love for bondage. He had finished his laundry one day and was hanging his shirts back up when it hit him. He would remove the hanger rod and use that to attach himself to, forcing himself to lie erect.

The first time he did this it worked perfectly. He made sure to keep the keys to the handcuffs close at hand just in case. He started doing it on Friday and Saturday nights. Soon he decided to try doing it on those nights when he would retire for the night, keeping the keys in a nearby key safe, sounding the alarm when eight hours had passed. After doing this a few weekends he found that he was able to sleep normally, and didn’t need to keep the keys in the safe or have the alarm set, since he got his normal amount of sleep anyway.

It wasn’t long before he was doing it every night. It had the desired effect. Ike now had great posture, walking erect all the time, sitting erect at his computer terminal.

While at home, Ike belonged to several web sites with guys who were into bondage. He told others about the problem he had, and the way he had dealt with it. A number of others on these sites were also computer people who sat at a computer during their work day and sat at a computer when at home. They were interested and intrigued by Ike’s way of dealing with their inevitable problems with posture.

One of Ike’s internet chat friends, Randy, lived in the same city that Ike lived in, and said one day that it would help if Ike had pictures of this. When Ike pointed out that he couldn’t take pictures when he was strapped to the pole, Randy volunteered to take the pictures of Ike. Ike was nervous about having someone at his house when he was secured like that, but Randy said Ike could come over to his house, bringing the pole and straps, and he could take the pictures there. That seemed like a reasonable solution, and Ike agreed. They set up a time for this Friday night.

Ike had no pictures of himself on his profiles. He did take pictures of the pole and the various straps and other gear that he would use to attach himself to the pole, but not pictures of himself. He was too nervous about someone he worked with, or family members, recognizing him. He realized that he had not made it clear to Randy that he wouldn’t be able to take a picture of his face for posting. He figured that with the rubber ball gag and the blindfold on, he wouldn’t be recognizable. He didn’t have any recognizable marks on his body, so he wasn’t worried about that.

Randy had offered to pick Ike up at his home, saying that there was very limited parking where he lived, and Ike agreed to this. Friday night, when Ike got home from work, Randy was already there waiting. Randy waited outside while Ike went inside, changed clothes, got the gear and pole he was to be pictured in, and loaded everything into Randy’s car. Randy suggested that they have dinner first before going to his place, and Ike agreed to that.

Randy wasn’t quite what Ike had pictured him to be, being heavier and a little older looking than Ike had expected, but he was comfortable being with him. Randy, on the other hand, expected Ike to be somewhat unattractive, since he had no picture up, but was quite surprised to see that Ike was a handsome dude, though not well-developed.

The two discussed their likes and dislikes of food, and found a place that was suitable to both. Over dinner they started to get to know each other better. Both spent their workdays at computer terminals. Both lived alone in their own first-floor 1-bedroom apartment. Both had a computer at home that they spent a lot of time on. Randy wondered if Ike still had a bed, since he only seemed to talk about lying down on that pole, and Ike said that he still had one.

Ike had told Randy about his concern about having his face shown on the net, something he didn’t want to occur. Randy assured Ike that if this was a problem, he would make sure that his face didn’t appear, though he thought that when he had the gag and blindfold on it wouldn’t make much of a difference, and Ike agreed to allow pictures of him like that to appear. Randy started talking about his camera, but Ike had no knowledge about this, and wasn’t interested.

Dinner finished, which they each paid for their part, the two got into Randy’s car and left for his apartment. When they got there Ike could see that there was very limited parking, and Ike would have had to park a long distance away. Randy had his own parking space near his apartment, so they didn’t have far to carry everything.

When they got inside, Randy went in to change, since he had gone to Ike’s place straight from work. He left Ike to set up his pole and gear on the living room floor. Over dinner Randy had said that he wanted to start with pictures of the gear, then at various stages of Ike getting everything put on as he usually did. That meant that Ike had to strip as well, since he was used to being naked with only his chastity device on. Ike was a little nervous about doing that in someone else’s home, but he soon got over his reluctance.

Ike was out of his clothes when Randy emerged. He was wearing leathers, shirt, pants and boots, and presented quite a different image from what he had projected at dinner. Ike was somewhat taken aback, and was getting a little nervous. Randy was carrying his camera and just started explaining what he planned to do, where the best lighting would be, and started taking what Ike had laid out to where Randy thought it would photograph best. Randy’s concentration on the scene put Ike at his ease.

After everything was laid out in the best lighting to Randy’s satisfaction, Randy took a couple of pictures of the gear, looked at the result, changed the light setting slightly, and took another picture. When he was satisfied, he showed Ike the pictures he was going to keep and put up, and told Ike to begin doing what he would do.

Ike proceeded to do what he was used to doing every night, lying down on his stomach, putting the pole on top of his back, sitting up to take care of the ankle straps, and continuing with his usual process. Randy was taking picture after picture as Ike was progressing. Randy knew that Ike’s face was away from the camera except for when he would sit up and take care of his ankles, so he was careful to focus on close ups at that time.

When Ike had gotten to the point of strapping on his gag, Randy had a suggestion that would look better on the camera. He stopped and went into his room, emerging with two other types of gags. One was a spider gag, and the other was a leather penis gag. He told Ike that the two could both go on, one into the other, the spider gag being only big enough to be buckled behind his head in front of the pole, and the penis gag being big enough to go around his head and the pole before being buckled.

Ike was reluctant to deviate at all from his normal routine, but Randy was insistent that the other two gags would make for a much better picture, and finally Ike relented. Ike had never had gags of this type on before, and wondered how they would feel. He found that the first one kept his mouth open, and the second one filled it more than the rubber ball gag did. He didn’t mind the change, since it was just to get pictures. Randy took pictures of Ike strapping each one on, behind Ike for the first one, and behind and in front when the second one was installed, since the blindfold was also in place.

With this change done, Ike continued with his normal procedure. When he was finished, he rolled over and lay erect on the pole. At Randy’s request, he tried moving, but couldn’t. Randy continued taking pictures from various angles of Ike attached to the pole. When he was finished, he told Ike to just rest there like he normally did every night while he went to his computer and started processing and uploading the pictures.

Randy had taken pictures of Ike with the keys to his cuffs close at hand, and decided to take one with the keys not in sight. He knew that he would be able to unlock Ike’s handcuffs when he’d finished with his job, but wanted to leave Ike like he was until he got all the pictures uploaded and was satisfied with them, so he hadn’t returned the keys back for Ike to access them. Without the keys Ike would be able to maneuver the pole from being behind his back by gradually inching it either up or down, but he still would have his hands cuffed behind his back.

Randy had been processing the pictures into a format that could be uploaded. He also called his friend Tino to tell him that he had company and should not come by as usual for their Friday night get-together. The pictures got finished. Randy was pleased with how they looked. He went back out to the room where Ike was still attached to the pole, and told Ike that the pictures came out well except for the last few. Randy picked up the camera and started taking pictures again.

When the doorbell rang, Ike immediately got nervous. Randy went to the door and told Tino that he’d told him not to stop by, that he had company. Tino said, “I want to see who your company is.” He looked over at Ike, attached to that wooden pole unable to move, and remarked on that. Then Tino said, “Damn, he’s all set up ready to be taken advantage of.”

Ike got scared when he heard that and started instinctively trying to get out. He had never done anything like that before. He was trying to pick up the keys from nearby on the floor where he’d left them, not knowing that they weren’t there anymore.

Randy replied, “No, Tino. He just came here to get pictures taken.”

“Well if you’re not going to take advantage of him, I am.”

“Tino, I can’t allow that. I think you’d better leave.”

“You ain’t going to stop me, Randy. We’ve been through this before. Now just quit complaining and put your hands behind your back so I can cuff them.” Tino pulled out handcuffs from his rear pocket and grabbed Randy’s arms.

“Hey, what are you doing? Damn it, Tino, this guy came here on good faith. You can’t just take advantage of anybody I happened to have here.”

Tino had gotten Randy’s wrists cuffed by then, and went over to Ike, removing the penis gag from him. Ike tried to speak, but couldn’t with the spider gag keeping his mouth rigidly open. Tino went over to Randy and said “I need to keep your mouth closed while I’m having your friend service me.”

Randy started to say “no, you ca …” as the gag Tino had removed from Ike was inserted and buckled in the back.

Tino said, “I’m taking you into your room and securing you there so you don’t interfere. I’ll get to you later.” Tino left the room with Randy, and was soon back alone. He went over to Ike and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect cock. He dropped down onto his knees above Ike’s mouth and inserted it. He told Ike “suck. If you don’t, I’ll start beating you.”

Ike did as ordered, and soon Tino erupted down Ike’s throat. He sat back and said “good boy. Now to take care of Randy.”

Soon Ike heard the sounds of someone being beaten. After the sounds of beating had ended, Ike heard sounds of one guy fucking another, the one getting fucked being gagged. After these sounds ended, Ike heard the sounds of chains being moved around and padlocks being clicked. Finally Tino came into the living room again.

Tino came up to Ike with a roll of duct tape. He first wrapped it around Tino’s mouth which the spider gag had forced open. Then he used it to attach the ends of the pole to the nearest restraints attached to Ike in order to prevent Ike from inching it off his body. When he had finished, he said “I’ll be back later to continue. Don’t go anywhere my lovely. Your friend Randy certainly isn’t going anywhere. But he’s used to me restraining him all weekend. You’re not. You’re going to have to start getting used to it.”

To be continued …

By Mister-X/Spartan

After Tino had left, Ike had a lot to think about. It sounded like he was going to be here attached to this pole all weekend. And it sounded like Randy was also restrained in his bedroom all weekend. Randy had said nothing about this happening, but Ike had noticed that on some weekends Randy wouldn’t be on the internet at all. He figured that these must have corresponded with Tino’s visits.

Ike was sweating and worrying about what Tino would do to him. Then he noticed that he was getting pain from an unexpected source. His cock was trying to get hard, but couldn’t due to the chastity. Ike was surprised at this reaction. He tried loosening himself from the pole, but knew that it was useless. He kept trying to find his keys, but couldn’t. He figured Tino had picked them up. He was hearing muffled sounds coming from Randy’s bedroom, and figured that Randy must also be well secured and would be of no help.

Ike had no choice but to just lie there and wait for Tino’s return. He didn’t have long to wait. Apparently Tino lived nearby. When Tino opened the door he came over to Ike and removed his blindfold. “Hello again my lovely.”

Ike looked at Tino and was surprised to see someone his own age who was quite handsome. He only had a tank top on to go with his jeans. When Tino saw Ike looking at his upper body he removed the tank top to show off his muscled upper body. He flexed his muscles and said “like what you see my lovely?”

In response Ike said “mmpphh.” Tino responded “I thought you’d like this muscled hunk. Every guy I’ve fucked has fallen in love with this body of mine. Wait here. I need to make sure Randy is well secured.”

Tino left the room, and Ike heard the slight sounds of checking chains, locks and cuffs. He also heard a muffled ‘mmpphh’. When Tino returned he said “he ain’t going anywhere my lovely. It’s just us two. We need to get better acquainted. Let’s see what you like. Do you like tit play?” He lightly ran his fingers over Ike’s nipples, which caused Ike to start squirming in pleasure and let out a moan into his gag. “How about a little pain with them?” He started pinching and twisting them, which elicited some shouts into Ike’s gag as well as a slight shaking of his head. Tino was chuckling when he saw this. “Oh, we’re going to have such fun together.”

“Do you like breath play?” Tino pinched Ike’s nostrils and put his other hand over Ike’s forced-open mouth covered with duct tape. He looked down at Ike’s cock, which was in chastity, and as Ike was squirming around trying to get Tino’s hands away so he could get some air, Tino noticed that Ike’s cock was trying to get hard. He said “aha, your cock says you like this.” Ike was surprised to hear this. He was starting to find out more about himself.

“Let’s see how well secured your hands are.” Tino rolled Ike over to look at his cuffed hands. He tightened the cuffs more than they’d been, so that they were now starting to cut into Ike’s wrists. Tino then went over to Ike’s clothes and took his belt out of his pants and brought this back. He wrapped it a couple of times around Ike’s arms above his elbows, and buckled it closed. Then he rolled Ike back. “That’s better. Let’s check the other bonds.”

Tino pulled each of the leather straps tighter before buckling them. Ike was noticing the difference and his cock was trying to respond. This did not escape Tino’s notice. Ike particularly responded when Tino tightened the strap around his neck. Ike was starting to choke and was having labored breathing. This was all getting Tino hard again. He stopped and pulled out his cock which was already hard and leaking pre-cum. He removed the duct tape and inserted his cock into Ike’s mouth and also pinched Ike’s nostrils at the same time. “I ain’t removing my fingers from your nostrils until I erupt, so you’d better start sucking.” Ike obeyed. It didn’t take Tino long.

After Tino had finished he said “damn you’re a hot guy. I ain’t letting you go. I need to go thank Randy for getting you into my life.” Tino left the room, and soon Ike heard the sounds of beating again coming from Randy’s bedroom. This continued for some time. Finally Ike started hearing the sounds of muffled shouts into a gag, but the beating didn’t stop. When it did stop Ike was hearing muffled crying sounds.

Tino re-emerged all sweaty. He looked pleased, and more handsome. He addressed Ike “Randy likes to be beaten, and I like to beat him. It’s what our attraction is, since he’s certainly not a handsome dude like you are. You’re something special. I’m going to move you into this place that I’ve got here for Randy. I just want him available for me whenever I want him, and I’m going to set it up for you as well.”

That got Ike something more to worry about. Tino went over to Ike’s clothes and started rummaging through them. He found Ike’s driver’s license and found where he lived. He got Ike’s keys and, as he was leaving out the front door, said to Ike “don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back with your things. I’ve also got to get ready for my evening’s performance. I won’t be back for a few hours.”

Ike started squirming, but he was powerless to get loose. He could roll, though with some difficulty, but this didn’t do any good. He finally realized that he was just going to have to stay there and wait for Tino’s return. As the time slowly moved on, Ike was getting more and more uncomfortable with the tighter bondage. He was used to sleeping this way, but wasn’t used to the bonds being this tight. He finally drifted off to sleep, but awoke when Tino returned.

There were two guys bringing Ike’s belongings into the house. When they’d finished, Tino said “thanks, Jose.”

“Hey, no problem. So this is your latest. He’s a handsome dude. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you as his master.”

“Hasta.” After the door was closed Tino asked “are you used to sleeping that way? Randy said you were.”

Ike nodded his head up and down about a half-inch, the most he could move it. “Okay. I won’t need your mouth any more tonight, and I noticed this other rubber gag over on the side. That spider gag has got to be uncomfortable. Randy said that he’d put it in to make a better picture, but I imagine you’re more used to having the rubber ball gag in at time to sleep, right?”

Ike nodded his head up and down. Tino replaced the spider gag with the ball gag. “I need to turn in for the night. I sleep late, so I won’t be back until late morning. I’ll let you out then.”

Ike was pleased to hear that he was going to be let out. He was just going to have to keep attached to the pole until then. At least the more familiar gag would allow him to sleep better. Tired as he was, sort of an after-effect of the excitement, he had no trouble getting back to sleep again.

He had been awake a couple of hours before Tino returned. “Good morning, my lovely,” Tino cheerfully greeted him with. “I hope you slept well.”

Ike looked up at him with barely disguised dislike. Tino saw this and responded “hey, there’s no reason for you to look at me like that. I want you here for me, and I can easily afford to do that, so your life is about to change to one of ease and comfort, as long as you give me what I want. Surely you can’t object to that?”

Ike furrowed his brow, wondering what Tino was talking about. “I see you need me to explain. Very well. I’m a rock performer. I make good money. But I have other needs which I have to get satisfied. One of them is that I enjoy beating other men. Randy likes being beaten. So I’ve set him up in this place to always be here for me when I need him. He gets free room and board and a monthly allowance, and gets to do whatever he wants to do with his time, as long as he’s here for me when I need him. But he’s not the best fuck. You’re much better than he is. You have needs, too. You like to be bound and gagged, are turned on by tit play, and are turned on by breath control. I propose adding you here to this place so you also get free room and board and get to do whatever you want to do with your time, as long as you’re here for me when I need you. You won’t have to work anymore. What do you think of that?”

Ike was surprised. As Tino was describing what he was planning, Ike was getting more and more interested. He was not all that happy with work, and this was a chance to retire from it. He could have a life of leisure. It was very tempting. Tino removed Ike’s gag and asked “well?”

“It sounds great. I’m leaning to accepting. But give me some time to think about it, to think of any implications or problems that could crop up. I’m a computer programmer, and I’m used to writing the normal program, then spending time thinking of all the problems that could occur, so that’s how I’ve been trained to think. I’ll let you know my final answer tomorrow.”

“Okay. But you need to get out of this and get cleaned up.” Tino then started unlocking and unstrapping the bonds attaching Ike to the pole. Ike noticed that Tino hadn’t made any attempt to see Randy in the bedroom. Only when Ike was free of everything and Tino showed him where the bathroom was and where his packed towels were, did Tino go to see Randy. While Ike was getting cleaned up he heard a conversation in Randy’s bedroom. He realized that Randy would be given a roommate for the first time, and he might have objections to this. But then, it was Tino’s desire, and Randy was hardly in position to object. The question lay in how well Randy would accept Ike and deal with him. Ike hoped that he would be receptive to the idea. It was one of those problem implications he’d told Tino about.

When Ike was out and dressed, he saw that Randy was also up and ready to get cleaned up. Randy was naked, and Ike was able to see the effects of the beatings Tino had administered. Randy seemed more concerned about Ike seeing that than anything else. After he’d gotten cleaned up, Tino had left and Randy started fixing breakfast for them while Ike was going through his packed belongings.

When Randy told Ike that breakfast was ready, Ike joined him. At first they didn’t speak, but finally Randy said “I’m sorry about last night. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“It could turn out to be a positive. Tino told me he wants me to move in here and live like you are, available for him when he wants me. I assume you like the arrangement since you’re still here. Would there be any problems with it that you can think of?”

“I’d like to have company here. I’ve been lonely, just having Tino periodically for brief periods of time. My other friends are those I chat with on the internet. Tino can get pretty rough at times, but he always considers my needs and focuses on doing things that I enjoy. I expect he would treat you the same. So from that end I don’t foresee any problems. But you will find yourself tied down here. You will have limited times you can leave. And when Tino goes on the road he likes to have me accompany him. I enjoy those trips. So if you can take being somewhat restricted in your movements, I think you would enjoy it.”

“Good. I appreciate your frankness. I told Tino that I’m leaning toward accepting, but I wanted to first check out any possible adverse implications that could occur before giving him an answer. One of those possible adverse implications would be if it would cause you a problem with me here. It sounds like you’re comfortable with that.”

“Definitely. I appreciate the company.”

“Good. When do you think Tino will be by?”

“It’s totally dependent on what he wants. You never …” Just then the doorbell rang. Randy went to the door. It was Tino again. He came up to Ike and said “I’ve been thinking about you constantly since I left here. You’ve got to say ‘yes.’ I need you.”

Ike laughed and said “okay. I’ve decided to accept your offer.”

“Excellent. Let’s go over to my place now. I’ll show you my dungeon. You’re going to love it. I hope you’ve removed that chastity you had on last night so you can enjoy it. And you can come, too, Randy. I know you’ve seen my place before. It’s time for your weekend fix.”

The three left Randy’s place. Ike was thinking that his life had taken a sudden unexpected turn. It was all due to wanting pictures taken of him attached to that pole. If this turned out as well as he was thinking it would he was going to have to save a special place for that pole.

The End

By Mister-X/Spartan

Our college was putting on a play to mark the 150th anniversary of Lincoln’s assassination. Most people knew about John Wilkes Booth’s role in it. But few people knew about the others who helped him, and what their fate was. I was to play the role of one of the co-conspirators.

I made no pretext of the fact that I was gay. I also wanted acting to be my career. When it came time to pick the one who would be put into prison in those horribly difficult cuffs that the co-conspirators where put in, our director asked for volunteers. He normally would pick people for the roles, but he didn’t want to assign someone who would have difficulty playing this role. After no one seemed to want this role, I volunteered for it. Our director thanked me. He said I would need a backup, but no one else wanted to even be the backup. I was going to have to make sure that I would always be available. That was my first warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.

Now that the director had someone to play the role, the next problem was getting the cuffs made. They had to fit the person who was portraying the role, and I was sent to the metal workshop to be fitted. Due to the fragility of the original cuffs, the director decided to make a modification. He also figured that I would prefer being placed in this modified version. He knew something about my interests, since he was also gay, and we’d played some.

At the metal workshop, the director told the workshop teacher what was required. He was surprised, but said that he’d be able to produce them. The director told him that I would be the one playing the part, and told him to make them to fit me. He said everything needed to be tight fitting, since that was the way they had it done at the time. The workshop teacher said “if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. But if you don’t like it, don’t blame me. Your man here will have to be the one to be put into them.” That was my second warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.

We started practicing the play. My role at the beginning was to help Booth plan the assassination. I would be wearing the clothes of the day, which consisted of shirts with those stand-up collars, ties, and suits with long coats. I was dressed in that when I would be meeting with Booth. We were able to obtain such clothes from the net. They fit me tightly, but at least they fit. They were not comfortable to wear, and I made a remark about that to the director. He replied that this was nothing compared to what being in those cuffs would be like. That was my third warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.

After the assassination and the killing of Booth, the play focused on identifying and arresting the co-conspirators. That was when I entered again, still dressed as I’d been. I was taken to prison and booked. That was when I would be put into those cuffs. I would also be gagged, the gag only removed when I would be fed and given something to drink. I would still have on the same clothes, only the coat removed.

For practice of my role in prison, I would be gagged and would hold my arms out straight as far as I could get them. This was how the cuffs were, connecting the wrist at one end of my wing span to the wrist at the other end. In the modified version, the director included a collar that went around my neck to make sure the cuffs wouldn’t break. I would also have them on when at the trial. They would never be removed from me until I was hanged. That was also going to be a difficult part of the role, having that rope put tightly around my neck while on the gallows, and being dropped down out of sight. Of course, the rope wouldn’t be connected to me, but to a weight equal to mine, so that the audience would see the rope drop and suddenly stop and quiver, not knowing that it was not me at the end. That would mark the end of the play and the curtain would drop. We had decided to delay my appearance for the curtain call to get the audience to start wondering about my fate. We figured we may as well play some mind games with them.

As the time of the play opening was approaching, we were starting to get worried that the special cuffs wouldn’t be ready. The day before the play was to open, we got a call from the shop that the cuffs were ready. The director and I went down to the shop to get them and try them out. When I saw them I was surprised. They weren’t what I expected. Those would be something else to have on for any length of time. That was my fourth warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.

We went back to the playhouse to get me dressed in those clothes and try the cuffs on. When I tried them, we realized that we’d forgotten that I would have clothes on under the cuffs. They were very, very tight. But I was able to get into them, having them be closed and locked. I was starting to choke some, but it was all part of the acting career. One had to make sacrifices to play a good role.

When it came time for the play, we were ready. It was sold out at the college for the four nights it was to be performed. Lincoln’s assassination was a popular subject at the time. The play started well. I was able to remember my lines at the meetings with Booth. The actor playing Booth was our best actor, and we had total confidence in him. He played his role well.

My next appearance was when they were rounding up the co-conspirators. I was one of the principal ones. There were others, but the play only focused on me, though mentioning the others. I was shown being booked into the prison, the guards in those old-time uniforms. Then I was put into those cuffs.

The guard who was to put me into the cuffs hadn’t had a chance to do so before opening night, and he started having difficulty putting me into them. First off, the collar was very tight around my neck. He didn’t want to choke me, but I quietly told him that he was going to have to do so to get that on. He finally closed it tightly around my neck. Then the cuffs were operated by a hinge at the collar with locks at both ends, unlike the original which had a hinge at one end and a lock at the other. He had difficulty closing the ends over my wrists, again because they were so tight and he didn’t want to pinch me. I again quietly told him to close it and ignore any effect on me. He finally took my advice.

My role after that was to stand there with my arms spread out straight from my shoulders, gagged tightly, except for the occasional feeding, one of which they showed. My ankles were also cuffed together. That part, at least, we’d had a chance to practice, though not with the metal collar and cuffs on me. The guards would occasionally take the opportunity to punish me in the original, such as punching me in the stomach, and we copied that in the play. Again, we’d had a chance to practice this before.

Finally the last scene was of me being hung. I was finally removed from those long cuffs and had cuffs on my hands behind my back. We were able to get some of those old-fashioned Darby cuffs from the internet. I was taken up to the gallows, still gagged, and had the rope put around my neck, pulled tight. There was a preacher to read me scripture as I waited to be hung. The weight was attached to the hanging rope, which was behind my back as I faced the audience. Then the trap door was opened and I fell through, as did the weight, with the rope behind me suddenly getting stiff from the weight.

There was an audible gasp from the audience with that, and the curtain came down. There was applause from them, and the rest of the cast started coming out for their bows. The actor who played Booth was first, and he got a good round. The guards were next, followed by others who were bit players. I was starting to hear murmurings as they were wondering what had happened to me.

Finally, the last cast member who hadn’t shown up, I appeared for my applause. Surprisingly, I got the biggest ovation. I wasn’t expecting that. Then the whole cast joined me, and the applause continued. Our play was a hit.

We got a good write-up in the press. In particular the cuffs were described, as well as the realistic hanging at the end. I got the majority of the press coverage. I hadn’t realized the local papers were covering it. The other three shows were just as well received, and the guard was able to close the cuffs more smoothly.

But with the press coverage, we started getting inundated with requests to perform the show at other local schools. Apparently they were teaching about the Lincoln assassination, and our play would fit in perfectly. So we weren’t finished yet.

We performed that play a total of sixteen times. We were quite used to it by the last one, but were also starting to get tired of it. I was certainly tired of standing there with those painful cuffs on my wrists and neck, my ankles cuffed together. After the last performance, the director invited me out to his home to celebrate. He knew that it was me who was the star of the play. I was still dressed in those old clothes when we went to his place, and he brought along that metal collar-cuff device, the gag, and the ankle cuffs. I figured I was going to have to do one more performance for him, but I didn’t mind. I owed a lot to that director for having this role. I could use it to advantage on my resume. I’d cut out and kept the various press clippings, as well as the ones telling about the upcoming performances at the various schools.

After dinner and drinks, me still dressed in those old-fashioned clothes, he took me to his play area. He’d already put the other devices in there. He got me locked into the cuffs and collar, put me under some chains that he had hung from the ceiling, locked those to my wrist cuffs, and cuffed my ankles together. I was now unable to move. He came over to my pants and unzipped them. He pulled out my erect cock.

“This almost spoiled the play. I was hoping that no one would notice that when you got put into those cuffs and collar, you started developing a noticeable bulge at your crotch. Fortunately you were facing the audience, so they couldn’t see it. But the rest of us could from the side. We were all laughing and joking about it, which you thankfully couldn’t hear.”

I must have turned three shades of red from embarrassment. I hadn’t realized what my cock was doing. Of course I was turned on by being in those tight cuffs and collar, but I hoped it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else. I didn’t know what to say to the director.

After he saw my reaction, he said “don’t worry about it. It was a natural reaction. The worst thing that could have happened would have been if you had been aware of it and reacted when up there. But the reason that guard was having difficulty closing the collar and cuffs wasn’t because of any concern for harming you. He had noticed your reaction and was using that as a way of stalling while he recovered himself. I thought he handled that very well. Anyway, it’s time to celebrate. C’mon in, everybody.”

Suddenly all the cast members and the ones who set up the props came into the room. I suddenly realized that my pants were unzipped and my cock was out, but I couldn’t do anything about it, restrained as I was. I tried getting the attention of the director, but he was off visiting with others.

Several of the cast made comments as they went past me and noticed my erect cock. My favorite one was “I see old faithful is ready to erupt again.” They all seemed amused by it.

It was the guard who would lock the collar and cuffs on me who came up to me and started lightly caressing it. He was also dressed in his play costume. I noticed for the first time how well that guard looked in his prison uniform. He was looking at me with a big grin on his face as he saw me sizing him up. He said “I’d be happy to cuff you in any kind of cuffs you want me to and service your cock, providing you will service mine.”

My mouth must have dropped a foot. I had no idea this handsome guy was into that. He normally takes leading roles in plays, and the women fawn over him, whereas they barely notice me. He just had a less important role in this play. After I regained my composure, I said “you’re on. I didn’t know you were into this stuff as I am. Why didn’t you take this role, since it was a much more important one that the one you took?”

“I wanted to try to find someone like yourself who I could play with. I figured that anyone who took that role would be into this lifestyle, and I was right.”

We’ve since played many times. I’ve moved in with him, and he keep s me restrained whenever the opportunity presents itself. That role has advanced my enjoyment of life, in addition to potentially advancing my career.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

Russ looked at the time and realized he hadn’t eaten dinner yet. He lived alone, but was at work and didn’t feel like going home to fix dinner. He decided to walk down to the fast food joint a couple of blocks away. They had a Tuesday night special going. As he was about halfway there, he heard a car screech to a halt behind him and a couple of guys rush out toward him. They looked like policemen. He looked around to see what they could be going to, but couldn’t see anything else where he was standing. By then they’d come up to him and stopped.

“Russell Smith?”

“Yes. Why?”

“We have a warrant for your arrest. Walk over to our car and put your hands up against it while you spread your legs and arms.”

Russ knew that he was going to be arrested and jailed at some time, but he didn’t know when it would be. As he was standing there he started thinking about what he had ahead of him in the next few days that he wouldn’t be here to take care of.

“Move it!” The guy started pushing Russ over to the car. Soon Russ had assumed the correct position and he was being patted down. Other passersby were looking over at the scene. Soon one of Russ’ wrists was brought behind his back and a handcuff was ratcheted on, the back of his hand facing where the other would soon be. This was followed by the other. The back door of the sedan was opened and Russ was ‘helped’ to sit inside. The door was closed and the two got into the front seat. Russ had been aroused by hearing the creaking leather of the officer, as well as being put into the cuffs.

Russ shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The cuffs were pretty tight. They were also this new kind that were in one piece so he couldn’t move his arms separately. As they were driving he finally said “these cuffs are awfully tight. Couldn’t you loosen them a little?”

“They’ll come off when we get to the station and take your prints.”

Russ was wondering what they would find when they sent his fingerprints off to be checked with their records. He hadn’t exactly led a trouble-free life.

When they got to the station, the officers took Russ out of the back of the car and escorted him in, an officer holding one of Russ’ arms. Russ took the occasion to take a good look at the pair. They were nicely built, ones he wouldn’t mind having play with him if he ever had the opportunity and they were so inclined. Once inside, he was taken through a door that had been locked, one of the officers opening it with a key. They went up to another officer who was sitting at a desk with some papers in front of him.

“Russell Smith. You’ve got an arrest warrant out on him. It should be on your desk.”

“That was quick work. We just got the paperwork this morning.” The arresting officers waited while the desk officer pulled out a form and started filling it in. The arresting officer gave him Russ’ driver’s license, which the desk officer started copying after Russ had answered his query as to whether the information was current. After the form was completed, the desk officer pulled out a form and an ink pad for taking fingerprints. On seeing this, one of the arresting officers first locked a pair of ankle shackles onto Russ’ ankles, one that only had a short chain between.

“Wow, you guys sure are careful.”

“We don’t take chances here.”

While one officer held an arm, the cuffs were removed and the other officer pulled the other arm up to the desk officer to start taking fingerprints. Russ had wanted to rub the mark that the tight cuffs had left on his wrist, but wasn’t able to do so. It took some time to do the fingerprinting, the desk officer patiently telling Russ to just relax and touch the paper. Russ was wondering how he could relax in such a situation, but cooperated as best he could.

When the fingerprinting process was finished and Russ had wiped the excess ink off his fingers, his arms were brought behind his back and his wrists were cuffed again. Again, the cuffs were ratcheted tight. With those cuffs on, Russ’ arms were locked in place. The two officers started shuffling Russ away, having to take baby steps.

“Aren’t you going to take off the ankle shackles so I can take normal steps?”

“As we told you, we don’t take chances.”

Russ was next taken to another room. The contents of his pockets were removed and placed into a manila envelope with his name printed on it. Then he was taken inside another smaller room where he was told to strip off his clothes and hang them up. The room was like a changing room at a clothing store, with one of the officers standing inside while the other was outside. Russ felt uncomfortable stripping naked in front of another man. His cuffs were removed so he could comply with the top part. After he was naked from the waist up, the officer said “remove any other objects from your hands and arms and give them to me.”

Russ removed his rings and wristwatch and handed them to the officer. His wrists were once again cuffed behind his back, but this time his hands were palm-to-palm so that his arms were straight down instead of bent at the elbow.

The inside officer gathered up these clothes, rings and watch and handed them to the outside officer. The one outside had a larger bag which he put the clothes into, and put the rings and watch into the manila envelope. The inside officer then removed Russ’ ankle shackles and started removing his shoes and socks. He handed those to the outside officer. He then unbuckled Russ’ pants belt, unzipped his fly, and lowered Russ’ pants. He handed those to the outside officer. Russ was starting to get nervous, and finally said “you aren’t going to remove my briefs, are you?”

The inside officer smiled and said, “we have to see what you might have hidden under there.” Russ gulped as the officer took hold of his briefs and started lowering them. Russ was now naked, and the officer could see his erect cock. The officer smiled when he saw that, but just calmly handed the briefs to the outside officer and put the ankle shackles back on. He then put on some plastic gloves and started feeling into Russ’ butt to see if he had hidden anything in that cavity. He reached up pretty far and touched Russ’ prostate. Russ fidgeted when he did this, and the officer shouted, “stop moving!”

When the officer had finished his inspection, he opened the door and the two escorted Russ down the hall. Russ was naked, and was again forced to take baby steps. On the way, the inside officer pointed out Russ’ erect cock to the outside officer. At another door, they walked him inside. This was a bathroom, and they walked Russ into the shower stall. Russ wasn’t wearing glasses, so they just left him, closed and locked the door, and turned on the water. The water came from several directions at once. It was cold, and Russ let out a yell when it hit him. He wasn’t able to get away from it, but could only stand there and be blasted with water. After a couple of minutes, the water was turned off and a heat lamp was turned on. It took a few minutes for Russ to get dry. By then his hard-on had disappeared.

When they unlocked and opened the shower door, Russ could see some clothes setting there for him. They were all stenciled ‘prisoner.’ Russ had never seen anything like these before. They were certainly not the normal prison clothes. He looked at the two officers and said “surely you’re not going to put me in those?”

“As we told you, we don’t take chances here. So yes, you’re soon going to be clothed in those. Now don’t give us any trouble. You will soon see that we’ve altered these clothes to allow us to make it more difficult for any prisoner who starts giving us trouble. Here the law protects us more than the prisoner.”

They started putting the clothes on Russ. The top was thick canvas and was made to fit tightly over the upper body. As they were putting it on, Russ said, “hey, won’t you be taking my cuffs off when I’m in the cell?”

“No we won’t, and shut up! You’ll have to deal with what we put you in. One more complaint and you will be gagged!”

“But I haven’t had dinner yet. How am I going to eat without the use of my hands?”

“Dinner time has passed. You’ll have to wait until morning to get fed. But you’ll be able to eat. You’ll see.” The other officer laughed a little at that.

Russ gulped as they brought the top down and started yanking the straps tight and buckling them. One strap went over his stomach and arms. Another strap went over the chest, though there were holes where the tits appeared, exposing them to be clamped if necessary. Around the neck there was a double-high strap which forced the chin high. When they yanked this one tightly shut and buckled it, Russ whispered, “I’m choking with it that tight.”

“I told you to shut up! That’s it!”

The officer left and returned with a leather head harness which had an internal penis gag. The two officers started putting that on Russ’ head, and soon his head was tightly enclosed in leather. He was unable to speak anything intelligent through his mouth, though he kept trying to.

When this was on, one of the officers brought a chair over, one that had built-in straps, and soon Russ was sitting on the chair with his chest and stomach strapped to it. The officers then stretched out Russ’ legs and started bringing up the lower part of his prison clothes. It was also thick canvas, and was a tight fit. Up and up it went, until it was bunched at the start of the seat Russ was sitting on. This had straps and was opened at the end to allow the shackled ankles to fit.

Starting with the lower legs, the officers started yanking the built-in straps tight and buckled them. There were four, two below the knees, and two above the knees. When they were finished with this, they unstrapped Russ from the chair and brought him up onto his feet. They then started bringing the ‘pants’ further up his body before yanking the waist strap closed and buckling it over his arms as well. There were openings at the crotch and at the butt to access them. This also meant that Russ’ wrist cuffs were accessible, since his wrists hung down to his butt.

All while this was being done, Russ was trying to get his breathing regulated, and he was trying to speak into his gag. When they were finished, one of the officers stood in front of Russ and said, “okay, wise guy. Notice that there are openings to your tits, your crotch, and your ass. We keep these open to let wise guys know what could be done to them while they are in this place. It’s your choice. Either you settle down and cooperate, or you get punished. We’re comfortable either way. Just be aware that we are in charge here.”

Russ kept trying to say, ‘I want to call my lawyer,’ but the gag made his words unintelligible. When the two were finished, they double-checked everything, tried pulling a couple of straps tighter, and then started shuffling Russ off to put him in a cell, Russ again taking baby steps which the opening at the bottom of the ‘pants’ allowed him to do. The two officers each stood alongside Russ as they slowly made their way out of the room. Russ kept repeating his words as they continued walking.

All the cell doors were solid, with a little door to open and look inside. When they got to a cell, the officer first opened the small door and looked inside. Then he opened the cell door. There were two beds inside, and another guy was already occupying one of them. This guy was restrained as Russ was, though without the head harness and gag. He looked at Russ as he was being led inside.

The officers picked Russ up and lifted him onto the other bed. They maneuvered him so that he was face down. One of the officers pulled the connecting chain for Russ’ ankle shackles until it was outside his ‘pants.’ Then he yanked the strap tightly closed that went around his ankles and buckled it. He also had brought a padlock. He took the middle of the connecting chain to the ankle shackles in one hand and took Russ’ exposed handcuffs with the other, and yanked the two toward each other. There was a hole in the connection of the bar connecting the handcuffs, and the guy put the padlock through that and one of the chains in the ankle shackles. Russ was now in a hogtie position, his chest pulled up off the bed.

The guy raised slats on the sides of the bed to keep Russ from falling out of it, and said, “let’s see how you like spending the night like that, wise guy.”

Russ had never been so uncomfortable when trying to sleep. He couldn’t get any sleep that night. He had to focus on something to take his mind off the severe pain he was having, so he imagined being restrained and played with by those two officers. After the two officers had left, his cellmate looked over at Russ to see how he was set up. Russ could see him, but couldn’t say anything. He wondered how long that guy had been in here, and what he was in here for.

The next morning, their cell door was opened and Russ’ cellmate was helped out to go down the hall to get emptied out. It took a few minutes before he was brought back, only to be laid down on the floor of the cell. Russ was finally unlocked from his hogtie. The strap around his ankles was also unbuckled. He was helped to shuffle down the hall to the bathroom. He was taken to the commode and sat down on it.

Russ was wondering how he was going to do #2 with his hands covering his butt, but he found that when he sat down, his hands separated from his butt. While one of the officers pointed his penis down into the bowl, the officer’s hand being in one of those plastic gloves, Russ was able to do his morning dump. Afterwards, when he’d finished pissing, the officer got some toilet paper and wiped Russ’ butt clean. Finished, Russ was helped back into his cell, also laid down on the floor next to his cellmate. Russ was still gagged with that head harness.

In about a half-hour, food was brought to them. It was in a bowl that was set on the floor in front of them. There was also a bottle of water with a straw at the top for them to drink. Russ’ cellmate immediately started eating, while the officer who had brought the food started removing Russ’ head harness so he could eat. This officer was a different one from the arresting officers. Russ had been thinking about what he would say when he had a chance. As soon as his gag was out, Russ demanded, “I want to call my lawyer. I’ve been told nothing about my status here, why I was arrested.”

“I’d suggest eating your breakfast first while you have a chance. I’ll check on your status. When I pick up the dirty dishes I’ll tell you what I found.”

“If you’re checking, then also check to see if there’s been a call to my company, telling them that I’ve been detained.”

Russ had never eaten food out a bowl before, had never eaten without the use of his hands. He was thinking that this was inhumane, and this whole experience was cruel and unusual punishment. But he ate breakfast. He was hungry.

When the officer returned to pick up the dirty dishes, after helping put Russ’ cellmate back into his bed, he was ready to respond to Russ.

“I’ve checked on your status. A call has been made to your company, telling them that something has come up and you will be away for the rest of the week. You are being held for 72 hours without charge. After the 72 hours are up, either you will be charged or you will be released.”

“I was told there was a warrant out for my arrest. What did the warrant say?”

“It was a general arrest warrant. Apparently they needed to get you out of the way so they could check into some of your business records without you being there to interfere. They had produced just cause to a judge for doing so. What you will be charged with depends on what they find.”

“What?! They can’t just do that to anyone on a blanket basis! I demand to talk to my lawyer!”

“Look, buddy. I’ve answered you as best I can. If you want to raise a stink, I can make your life here miserable. Now what is it to be?”

“You can’t do this to me! You can’t! There are laws! I demand to see my lawyer!”

Soon, Russ had that head harness back on which had the built-in gag. And he was back in the hogtie position he’d spent the night in. But this time his chest was not pulled off the bed. Instead, his back side was pulled forward. The reason was because the bed had a place for tit clamps to be screwed onto. They were screwed in place, and Russ was tilted up so that he was held there by the clamps on his tits. The clamps were very severe, actually like binder clips. They were very painful. Russ was screaming into his gag from the pain. The officer had also pulled up a strap that had been under the mattress and buckled it over the back of Russ’ chest to keep him from pulling his tits off the clamps. He also opened a hole in the mattress opposite his nostrils to allow him to breathe.

After a while, the officer was back. This time he had a hood, which he put over Russ’ head, pulling the strings in the back to get it secured. It had extra insulation around the mouth to deaden the sound. It also only had two pinholes at the nostrils, with no eye holes. Russ now could not see. His cellmate, as well as the officers and other prisoners, now didn’t have to listen to Russ’ screams of pain.

At lunchtime, Russ’ cell mate got fed, but Russ didn’t. Likewise at dinner, Russ didn’t get fed. Russ’ cellmate was released in the afternoon, so Russ now had the cell to himself, not that it mattered to him.

The next morning, Russ was released from the hogtie and ankle strap. He was taken down to the bathroom for his usual morning eliminations, which went like the previous day, although there was little to remove. After he was returned to his cell, he was also released from the tit clamps. Breakfast would be another half hour, and they used this time to wait for him to stop screaming before removing the hood and head harness. After the previous day, he knew the routine. He said nothing until after he’d eaten. But he’d prepared what to say.

When the morning officer came to remove the dirty dishes, Russ laid into him, “That was torture you put me through yesterday! I’m making a note of how you treat me! I’ll report all of this when I get out of here. But in the meantime I demand to speak to my lawyer!”

The officer just shook his head and calmly said, “some guys just never learn. Obviously you’re one of those. Very well, you will be taken to the next step.”

Russ eventually found himself back the way he’d spent the previous day. In addition, a butt plug had been pushed up his ass all the way to his prostate. Plus, one of those plastic punishers that have little spikes at the tip had been first put over his cock. He was getting pain from another source than his already painful tits. This time the hood was put on at the beginning, since the guards knew what the result would be.

This was Russ’ third night at that place. He knew that he would either be charged or released later that next afternoon, since he would have been there for 72 hours. He figured he could continue his barrage the next morning after breakfast, since whatever they had left would only be for a few hours. He still wanted to call his lawyer.

The next morning, after the usual morning routine, when the officer came to remove the dirty dishes, this time Russ asked, “any idea what my status will be after the 72 hours are up?”

“As for being charged, no I don’t. As for being further punished for your insolent behavior, you will be kept the way you were yesterday, only this time while on the floor of your cell. We’ve got some really severe clamps we’ll put on your tits today. These are called ‘alligator clamps.’ You’ll see why when they get put on. I’ve tried those briefly. I don’t envy you having them on for several hours.”

Russ was aware of alligator clamps. He’d also tried them briefly, and didn’t look forward to having them on for several hours. When he was back the way he’d been kept with those alligator clamps on, after having let loose with more yelling and invectives at the guards, he was having second thoughts about behaving the way he’d done. This was really tough to deal with. He was having to try to focus on other things than the severe pain that his tits were sending him. He was thinking again about having those arresting officers playing with him, torturing him.

Finally after being there for 71 hours, the clamps were removed. The arresting officers returned in about 45 minutes to remove his restraints. Russ was taken to the changing room, where his prison clothes were removed and he was allowed to dress back into his normal suit and tie. But he was still kept cuffed and shackled when he came out.

He was shuffled into a different room. In this one, there was a guy sitting at a desk, dressed in a suit. He was given a piece of paper by the officers who brought Russ in. The two arresting officers stayed in the room, standing at attention in their uniforms. The guy finally finished reading the paper and looked up at Russ and said, “I’m the facility director. You have spent 72 hours here. You are being released. It is my job to interview all prisoners who have spent time here to get their feedback.

On the form you filled out you stated that you wanted to be arrested at a time of our choosing, which you would not be aware of beforehand. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes.”

“You also said that in your stay here you wanted to be treated rough, even tortured. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes, almost too well. I tried to play the part of the wise guy to help get your officers to respond accordingly.”

“We try our best to accommodate, and appreciated your role-play. You also said that you didn’t want to be overfed, that you needed to lose a few pounds. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes.”

“We have your credit card on file. Would you like to continue your stay here now?”

“No, this has been just the kind of experience I had hoped it would be, but I’m going to need some time to get over it. I’d like to return at some future time, though, now that I know what to expect.”

“Oh, we try to never give someone the same experience a second time. We strive to give you the unexpected.”

“Oh, my. This was certainly an experience I’m not likely to forget anytime soon. I’ll be happy to recommend you to anyone else that wants to have a similar experience, though I don’t know of anyone who would. It seems to take a special kind of person to want to go through this.”

“Yet we have a backlog of clients. You’ll probably have to wait the next time you want to avail yourself of our unique set-up here.”

“I’d still like to be arrested at a time of your choosing without my knowing ahead of time. That was special.”

“I’m glad you liked that. In the meantime, you will be released on probation. For the next year, these two officers will be visiting you monthly to make sure that you have not strayed from the path you have indicated you like. They reserve their weekends for this from Friday nights through Monday mornings. You will need to tell them which weekends will fit into your schedule for them to make their visits. Good day, Mr. Smith.”

Russ was not expecting that one weekend a month would be spent restrained and tortured. He looked over at one of the officers who got a big smile on his face and held up a pair of alligator clamps.

Russ said, “no, no, not those.” He looked at the other officer, who also smiled and held up the leather gagged head harness and the leather hood, which had insulation at the mouth and pinholes only at the nostrils.

Russ started yelling as he looked down and saw that his cock had started getting erect, and they had kept that spiked punisher on the tip of it. The two officers, as well as the facility director, all started laughing when they realized what was the cause. After he’d stopped laughing, the director said, “you can keep that, but it’s required to be on for the visits by the officers.”

The two officers walked outside with Russ, helping him shuffle along in those ankle cuffs, and helped him into the back seat of the car. Russ was looking forward to finally getting out of the handcuffs which were so tightly ratcheted onto his wrists, and getting home to relax. He was also looking forward to giving his sore tits a rest.

There were no other people around the parking lot or in sight. The two officers noticed this and looked at each other. They each nodded to the other. There seemed to be an understanding between the two. The officer holding the leather head harness started putting it onto Russ’ head. Russ was wondering why he was doing that. Soon he also had the leather hood on as well. Then he noticed his shirt being opened and quickly felt the alligator clamps attached to his tits.

While he was yelling, Russ heard one of the officers say, “It’s Friday night. We know where you live and have your garage door opener, as well as a copy of the key to your house. The windows of this car are blacked out, so no one can see into it. We have weekends off, and will now be visiting you every weekend. We’ll ‘arrest’ you on Fridays after you finish work. The two of us love torturing guys. Unfortunately we lost our jobs as regular policemen due to our desire, but this job fits us perfectly. But even our job here has its limits. At your place there won’t be any limits.

We’ve already moved some gear into your apartment. We hope you like the prison cell we’ve got set up for you. It’s a little small, but we think you’ll be able to fit into it, seeing how flexible you are. And with you in it and hoisted into the air, with your head locked into that little hole at the top and all sides being bars with openings, we’ll be able to access any part of your body. There are so many, many possibilities that we can do to you. We know you enjoy being tortured, since you requested it. So sit back and start enjoying the wild time we will be giving you. We’ll leave a few things on you to think of us during the week while you’re at work so that you’ll be on edge, unable to erupt because you’ll be in chastity. But we’ll let your cock out on weekends so you can get your seed out, although you’ll pay a painful price when you do. And we’ll try to set it up for you to pay a painful price when you service us.

I see that look in your face. Don’t think you’ll be able to get away from us. The facility views probation just like any other prison. If you violate it you’ll be back inside for a longer stay, the cost deducted from your credit card, which is on file. Also, the captain has plenty of connections with the authorities so we’ll be able to track you down easily. But I shouldn’t need to tell this to a dedicated masochist like you, someone who shouldn’t want to get away from us. Besides, we know about that little morals charge you got in that southern state that you skipped out on. They’d love to see you back.”

With that, the officer pulled Russ forward and checked the handcuffs. He reached down and ratcheted them even tighter. He got a chain and wrapped it around Russ’ arms above his elbows. Then he started pulling it tighter, and tighter, until Russ’ arms couldn’t get any closer. He padlocked the chain in place. The other officer had a high, heavy metal collar, which he put around Russ’ neck and locked it, including putting a link at the end of a short chain inside the lock. He pulled the short chain back down, which forced Russ’ head back, and locked the other end of the short chain to the chain, which was around Russ’ arms. Russ’ head was forced back so far he was looking up at the ceiling of the car. He tried to swallow but couldn’t.

The officer pushed Russ back into the seat, strapping him in, and said, as he was pulling the front part of Russ’ tie as tight as he could get it, “those should keep you nicely until Monday morning. We’ll up things when we get to your place.”

The officer then yanked the bottom part of Russ’ tie up as hard as he could, forcing the tie into Russ’ neck. With the top part tight, the bottom part stayed in place. Russ’ cock was erect again and he was yelling into his gag as he was starting to choke. He was also shaking like a leaf as his cock was desiring to erupt. The two officers closed the back doors, which could not be opened from the inside, and got into the front seat and started driving off.

Russ realized his life had just undergone a big change. He’d always dreamed about having this type of setup, and now that he was getting what he’d fantasized he wanted, being restrained and played with by these two hunks in uniform, he wasn’t sure that he wanted it after all due to the extreme pain he’d have to endure. His cock wanted it. It was erect and leaking pre-cum, almost ready to erupt on its own.

Metal would like to thank Mister-X/Spartan for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

That house was a natural for hosting a Halloween party. It was really creepy looking. It had been built many years ago, an old Victorian relic. It sat on top of a hill on the outskirts of town. It looked like a copy of the house in that Hitchcock movie “Psycho.” The only problem was that the owner, the guy who lived there, was just as mysterious as the house itself.

Bobby and I had been discussing approaching the owner with Willie. We wondered if the owner would be interested in having us rent it for Halloween. We could fix it up great, making it something that our friends would talk about for years. But we were trying to find some way to approach the owner. We figured you couldn’t just walk up to a total stranger and ask him if you can rent your home for a day. Bobby and I had been working on this for a couple of weeks, checking records to see who owned the place, verifying that the owner lived there, and checking any records we could about him. But we came up with nothing, nada. There had to be something.

He wasn’t a member of any club that we knew about. He never seemed to leave his house except to go grocery shopping. And that was another strange thing, he only left his house at night. Plus he always came out dressed in black clothes. Nowadays, that is popular dress, but for someone his age, it isn’t. He didn’t seem like someone who was modern in any way. He also had an eastern European accent. That sent us off on a different research quest.

Willie finally said, “Hey, I don’t have a problem approaching strangers. Leave it to me to talk to the guy and check out the place.”

That had been a week ago. We didn’t see Willie after that, except at college. He wouldn’t tell us anything about what he’d found or whether the guy would agree to let us use it. He just said that he was still working on it. He seemed to be hiding something, and was hesitant to talk about it. We were wondering what was going on.

One night we decided to follow Willie. He went up to the house, rang the bell, and the guy answered the door, letting Willie in. We thought about going up to the door as well, but figured that if Willie was indeed working to try to get something arranged, our appearance could mess that up. So we decided to give Willie another week.

After another week of this, Bobby decided that he couldn’t delay any longer. He had decided to approach Mr. Laczinski, the owner, and figured that doing it on Friday night would be best. He figured that it would be easier if he approached him alone, rather than with me accompanying him. He wanted to find out what was up with Willie, in addition to finding out whether the guy was receptive to have our party there.

Since Laczinski only went out at night, Bobby figured it would be best to approach him at night. Bobby told me to stay a distance away and to wait for him to return. I wasn’t keen on the idea, but finally agreed to do that.

I saw Bobby go up to the front door and ring the bell. After a little wait, Laczinski answered. They talked for a couple of minutes, and finally Bobby went inside at Laczinski’s invitation. I was thinking that Bobby had achieved his initial objective. Bobby can be very persuasive, so as long as he continues talking to Laczinski, I figured we had a good chance of achieving our objective. But he still would need to find out what was going on with Willie.

I settled down to wait until Bobby came out. The time passed very slowly. I wondered what they could be talking about for so long. I finally glanced at my watch and noticed that a couple of hours had passed, and there was no sign of either Bobby or Willie emerging. Nothing had been happening at this part of town, no cars even drove by. But after a half hour I heard the sound of a car slowly driving up the hill.

I kind of shrunk back into the shadows a little more as the car started driving by. It stopped. That’s when I noticed that it was a police car. The two officers came out and approached me. I decided to start the conversation.

“Hello, officers.”

The two didn’t respond, but looked around and looked at me. “Why are you here?”

“I’m waiting for my friend.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“Why would he be meeting you here?”

“He went into that house over there to have a conversation with the owner. I’m waiting for him to come out.”

“That house? Why would he want to talk to the owner of that house?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know of anyone that knows that guy. He’s been a bit of a mystery.”

“I’ll be frank. We wanted to rent that house for a Halloween party. We thought it would be perfect. So Bobby went to talk to the owner about doing that.”

“A Halloween party. I suppose that would be a perfect place for one. But I wouldn’t want to go into that place. Okay, Fred, let’s cruise on.”

The two got back into their car and slowly drove off. I started thinking about their comment that they wouldn’t want to go into that place. That didn’t sound good. I looked at my watch, and realized that Bobby had been in there for three hours now. I was starting to wonder what had happened. But I decided to wait some more.

After another hour, I decided to go up there and see what was happening. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. It started one of those deep rings that seem to come from the bowels of the house. I was thinking more and more that this house would be perfect. It took a couple of minutes, and I was just about to ring the bell again when the door opened.

Laczinski just looked at me with his eyebrows raised. I had been waiting for him to greet me, and it was obvious that he was waiting for me to talk. I finally said, “My friend rang your bell about 4 hours ago and you let him in. I’d like to see him, please.”

Laczinski just stood there saying nothing, but apparently thinking to himself. He finally opened the door and motioned for me to enter. He walked over to another door. I followed. He finally turned around and said in a thickly accented voice, “There.”

I was hearing some small sounds, and I wondered what was behind that door. I reached for the knob and opened it. What I saw was so unexpected that I froze. In that instance I felt my arms being brought behind my back by a couple of powerful arms. Quickly my wrists were cuffed in handcuffs. I tried moving away, but one of the powerful arms had hold of me. The other arm reached out above Bobby’s head and pulled back a leather gag. In no time I was gagged just as Bobby was.

Bobby’s eyes were wide with fright. He was standing in a small room. His ankles were locked together and were also locked to a ring embedded in the floor. I soon joined him, since I was backed into the small room and had my ankles locked together, also locked to a ring in the floor. After doing that, the guy closed the door, and I heard a lock being engaged. There was no light in the small room.

I now knew what had happened to Bobby, and why he didn’t emerge. But that knowledge didn’t help me any, since I was now in the same predicament. I also wondered what had happened to Willie. I wondered what Laczinski planned for us.

We were kept in that room for some hours. It had to be morning when we were finally let out. And then, it was only to allow us, one-by-one, to visit the bathroom. After that visit, we were locked back in that room again.

Later I started hearing the sounds of others coming into the house. I wondered if there was a meeting going on that Laczinski didn’t want us to find out about. I still knew next to nothing about this guy. I wondered what type of activities he was involved in. My imagination started kicking into full force.

Finally the door was opened by a different person. He addressed us. He was obviously a native American, judging by his accent.

“As I understand it, you would like to rent this house to have a party on Halloween. That could cause us a problem, or it could cause us to have some fun. You see, this is the meeting place for the county bondage club, and Halloween night is one of the nights when we meet here. I am the owner of this house. I apologize for the way my servant greeted you and treated you, but he doesn’t speak much English, and your arrival caused him some problems. I’m afraid he reverted to how he was used to dealing with unexpected guests back in the country he fled from.

As for your request, I will be presenting it to the club members tonight, since this is one of our regular meeting nights. If they approve, then we will work with you to set this place up properly. If not, then I again will offer my apologies for the way you have been treated. Unless, of course, you would like to join us for some fun tonight. I don’t know whether you are into bondage or not. The bulges in the front of your pants suggests that you are, but that is for you to say. I’ll leave you to discuss this between yourselves.”

He removed our gags, turned on the light, and closed the door. This time I didn’t hear a lock click. I looked at Bobby, and he looked at me. He was always the take-charge guy who talked the most, so he spoke first.

“I say we go ahead with the party if they give us the approval.”

“Okay by me, but it isn’t for us to decide.”

“Agreed. But now we have the other question. I say we join them for tonight if they ask us.”

“For me, it depends on what they have in mind. If I’m bound and helpless, I wonder what they plan to do with us.”

“Fair enough. We’ll find out more when the owner returns.”

Just then we all heard a loud knock at the front door. “Open up! Police!”

I heard footsteps quickly going to the front door and opening it. There was a conversation going on, and finally our door was opened. When the police saw us, they told Laczinski, “Freeze. Go up to the wall and spread your legs and arms against it.”

As one of the officers was patting down Laczinski, the other started speaking to us. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you out of there shortly.”

Bobby said, “But we don’t want to be out. We are here because we want to be.”

That surprised the officer. He turned to me and said, “That goes for you, too?”

“Yes, officer.”

“Last night you were worried about your friend. Is this him?”

“Yes, officer.”

“So you’re not worried, now?”

“No, officer. I’m fine.”

The officer turned to his partner and said, “Never mind, Fred. Let’s go.” Shortly the two officers left the house, and the front door was closed and locked.

Laczinski came up to us and said, “Thank you. I could have been arrested, and that would have been a major crime, one of kidnapping. Have you decided?”

Bobby answered. “Yes. We’re interested in joining you tonight, but we’d like to know what you would do to us after we’re restrained.”

“Of course. We don’t do anything to anyone without their consent. That’s one of the by-laws of our club. The intrusion interrupted our meeting. We were just discussing your request when I had to leave. I’ll let you know the outcome when the decision is made. I’m certainly going to recommend in your favor after the favor you did for me just now.”

After Laczinski had left, Bobby turned to me and said, “That’s one of the reasons I said what I did to the two officers. I didn’t like being kidnapped by Laczinski’s servant, and before talking to him I would have responded differently. But I kept our objective in mind, and figured that the answer I gave would have the best chance of Laczinski looking favorably at our request.

Not for the first time, I thought of Bobby as a diplomat. He certainly had the wherewithal to keep the overall objective in mind and do what was best to achieve it. It was one of the reasons I became friends with him. That, and the fact that he would tie me up in our bondage games. Neither of us had told Laczinski that we were already into this lifestyle, though not to the degree that they were I’m sure.

Soon Laczinski was back and told us that the request was granted. The others were keen on the idea, and had a lot of ideas to make it a fun Halloween. Bobby and I looked at each other and smiled. We would have high-fived if we could have. We’d gotten what we set out to achieve. But in the meantime, it was time to have fun tonight.

When we joined them for the meeting, there was Willie. We didn’t realize that he was also into this lifestyle, or that he was a member of the club. We were surprised to see him at the meeting. “Willie!” both Bobby and I said in unison. Bobby was the first to add, “Where have you been and why didn’t you tell us?”

Willie was just as surprised to see us there. “Uh, I’ve been spending every night here restrained. Laczinski has been very good about accommodating my desires that way. I had told them about your request, and was just waiting for the decision at tonight’s meeting.”

After the meeting was over, we were shown the various devices that were at that club. We got some great ideas for Halloween surprises. Willie volunteered to be the one in the box with only his head sticking up out of it, with the top of the box made to blend in with other nearby furniture to look like only his head was there. I volunteered to be bound in a cuffed hogtie inside the small cage which would be hoisted more than 8 feet into the air, not initially visible to anyone walking into the room, only noticeable when I made a sound, which I would do through my gagged mouth after people were in the room. Bobby volunteered to be in the closet, head painted black and white, his body with periodic splotches of red paint to look like blood, ready to reach out to grab anyone who opened the door while making a growling sound, with a sign on the door which would say ‘open this door at your peril.’

On hearing our ideas, the other club members started getting into the spirit of Halloween with other ideas. One of them agreed to be in another closet, hands tied behind him with that rope extended around the front of him to be tied off, ankles and legs tied together, with a bandana gag, making ‘mmpphh’ sounds when he heard anyone near the closet door. Another agreed to be standing on the front of his feet with a noose rope tight around his neck, his hands reaching up to try to loosen the rope, another club member with an executioner’s hood over his head pulling it from the back. And there would be lots of decorations.

Back at college, when the three of us got together for lunch, we realized that we’d learned a valuable lesson. That place which looked so weird turned out to be the most fun place we’d ever visited. I had mentioned that cop’s statement about not wanting to go into that place, as I had been reluctant to go inside. We learned not to judge anything by its appearance.

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this spoooooky story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

The room was dark. There was a little light that shone under the door from the hallway, which provided a small amount of light to the room. There was no movement from inside the room. This was changed by the lid of a horizontal box slowly starting to lift. When the lid was up a couple of inches, a pair of eyes shown from inside the box. In the dark they were barely discernible. The lid stayed at the level it was at for a minute, then slowly began to rise again. Soon it was high enough to reveal a hooded head propping it up. The hood had eye and nose holes, but no mouth hole. It was made of rubber.

Suddenly a voice came through the wall and door from the other side. “Evan, this sauna is so-o-o-o nice. Too bad you lost, man. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’m sure you’re very uncomfortable in there, but hey, you lost, man. I’m going to enjoy it this weekend while you suffer. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

The pair of eyes closed tightly on hearing that statement but were soon open again, this time blazing. The pair had shared the cost of the sauna, and were supposed to share the use of it. But Evan’s roommate had decided to change that. Suddenly the eyes got some sparkle in them. They focused on a ring of keys that were barely visible on the floor of the room. The head started pushing up the lid more, inch by inch. Finally, when it was perpendicular, the head hesitated. Only when there was a loud sound of a radio being switched on did the head push the lid a little further to cause it to lean back against the wall. The sound of the lid hitting the wall was muffled by the sound from the next room.

After the lid was up, Evan twisted over so that his head was now facing the ceiling. Evan’s head was over the edge, outside the box. His body was starting to manipulate itself to get out of the box, twisting this way and that, beginning to emerge a little at a time. His shoulders were able to get up onto the top of the box. It was clear that Evan’s hands were bound behind his back. As he finally was halfway out, lying on his arms on the edge of the box, the metal cuffs that connected his hands together came into the dim light, as did the end of the metal cuffs that connected the handcuffs to something else.

With Evan’s hands continuing to push against the box, Evan started tilting down to the outside. He started to slide down, but soon got caught on something. The something turned out to be what that other pair of cuffs was attached to. His ankles were also cuffed together, and the other end of the cuffs were attached to these. Evan was in a cuffed hogtie. Evan’s feet were what were hung up on the edge of the box.

Evan’s hooded head was barely above the floor. It was just as well that his feet had caught, because the sound of Evan hitting the floor might have been enough to have alerted the guy on the other side of the wall. Also, hitting his head after sliding down out of the box may have knocked him out. Evan was momentarily still, listening to hear if he alerted the guy, but when it was apparent he had not, he soon started maneuvering his feet and toes to try to get them clear of the edge of the box.

When his feet were finally clear, Evan only had a short distance to drop before his hooded head provided some support to ease his body silently down out of the box. He kept his body erect, not wanting to move to his side and have his body thump down. Evan chose to take it slow to avoid making any sound. He finally succeeded in getting all the way out. He paused to catch his breath from the exertion. His body glistened from sweat. He listened to the music coming through the door and wall from the other side.

Evan twisted himself to his side, getting the metal up off the floor. He started pushing himself across the floor, using one hand and one foot to propel himself. He took it slowly, aiming to get to the ring of keys. It didn’t take long for him to arrive at them. He began to feel one ring, slowly, and as quietly as possible, lifting it up with his cuffed hands to try it in the lock of the handcuffs.

The first one didn’t catch. He quietly set it down and tried the second one. That one also didn’t catch. It was the third one that did. With the handcuffs opened, it wasn’t long before Evan was out of all the cuffs. He quietly picked up the keys, being careful to keep them separated, picked up the cuffs, got up and crept over to the box. While he removed the sweaty hood from his head and removed the gag that was inside his mouth after removing the tape that had covered it, he started laying his plan. He tried the keys to remove that high, tight, heavy metal collar that Grady always locked around his neck on the weekends, but none of the keys fit. He would have to wait to remove that uncomfortable thing.

After deciding how he was going to do it, he waited patiently for the song to end before he dropped the box lid back down. This made enough of a sound to be heard through the wall to the other side. He then quickly tip-toed over to behind the door and waited for his roommate Grady to come in.

Evan heard Grady come down the hall and open the door. Grady only opened it part way. He switched on the light and looked inside. All seemed to be as he had left it, the ring of keys still on the floor. Grady didn’t think to look behind the door. Feeling better, Grady opened the door and started walking over to the box. He was as naked as Evan was. Water was dripping down onto the floor. That was when Evan sprang.

Evan leaped at the middle of Grady’s back, propelling the pair onto the floor. The force of the hit swung Grady’s arms back, which is what Evan wanted to happen. With the pair of handcuffs he quickly cuffed one of Grady’s wrists before Grady could realize what was happening. Then came the struggle as Evan had grabbed Grady’s other arm to bring the wrist over to cuff it.

Grady was stronger than Evan, but Evan had the advantage of surprise and position. Grady tried to resist, but soon had his other wrist cuffed to the first one behind his back. When Evan had leaped he had thrown the other cuffs to the floor next to where he expected the pair to land. They were within grabbing distance.

Grady was screaming “damn it, Evan!” while he was trying to move his arms and legs. Evan had continued to lay on Grady and quickly had the cuff around one of Grady’s ankles. All he had to do was get the other leg close enough to attach it. Evan had figured that this would be the most difficult task, but Grady was not thinking properly. He had been drinking, and his brain had been dulled by that. Soon Evan had both ankles cuffed together.

Evan got the other pair of cuffs and began to pull Grady’s ankles toward his wrists. Both men were tall and lanky, their long legs and arms allowing them to be brought close together. Grady tried resisting, but there wasn’t much he could do about bringing his arms back with them cuffed together in the hinged cuffs that they used. Soon Grady was cuffed in a hogtie.

Evan got up, sweat pouring off him from the exertion. Grady continued with his tirade against Evan. For the first time that day, Evan smiled. He had successfully turned the tables on his roommate. He casually walked over to the soaked rag that had been inside his mouth and brought it and the roll of tape that Grady had left earlier over to Grady to start gagging him.

When Grady saw these coming he clamped his mouth closed. Evan just shook his head and said “c’mon, roomie. You know I can get you to open your mouth. You may as well accept the inevitable.” But Grady still kept his mouth tightly shut. When Evan saw this, he just sighed and said “okay” and put his fingers tightly on Grady’s nostrils, shutting off Grady’s air. After a minute of this, Grady started shaking his head, trying to dislodge Evan’s fingers, but to no avail. Finally, when he opened his mouth to breathe in some air, Evan forced in the rag.

Evan exerted strength when he wrapped the tape around Grady’s mouth. He was getting his revenge on his roommate. Finally Grady’s mouth wasn’t going to be able to get any air into it after it had been wrapped about a half dozen times. Evan put down the roll of tape and again put his fingers over Grady’s nostrils. Grady started protesting through his gag, but only barely discernible muffled sounds emerged. Evan again smiled as he was continuing to get his revenge. He finally said, “Let’s see. I believe you did this to me five times before putting the hood on and putting me in the box. So this will be the first of five that I’ll do to you.”

By the time Evan had removed his fingers for the fifth time, Grady was exhausted. The fight had gone out of him. Evan got the rubber hood and placed it over Grady’s head, zipping the back to make it snug. Then he grabbed Grady by the connecting cuff in the back and dragged him over to the box. When at the box, he bent down and used his legs to lift Grady up over the edge of the box and into it. He closed the lid and left the room.

The room was dark. There was a little light that shone under the door from the hallway, which provided a small amount of light to the room. There was no movement from inside the room. This was changed by the lid of the box slowly starting to lift. When the lid was up by a couple of inches a pair of eyes shown from inside the box. In the dark they were barely discernible. The lid stayed at the level it was at for a minute, then slowly started to rise again. Soon it was high enough to reveal a hooded head propping it up.

That’s when the light came on, revealing Evan standing to the side of the closed door. He was holding up the ring of keys in one hand and a padlock in the other. “Leaving these keys on the floor within reach was your mistake, roomie. You’re going to pay big for it. You’re going to stay in that box the whole weekend while I relax on our new sauna. Plus, to make sure you don’t get out, I’m locking the lid shut. There’s a couple of air holes in there, though it’s going to get awfully hot after a while. I’m going to enjoy thinking about you in there while I relax. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Evan was naked, and had been rubbing his erect cock while he was saying this. He walked over to the box. Grady’s eyes were focused on Evan’s every move. When Evan got to the box, he lifted the lid with one hand as his cock started erupting. Evan aimed the cum to land on Grady’s hooded head. He could see Grady trying to avoid the cum, but Evan just adjusted his eruption, continuing to splash the hood. When he was finished, he closed and locked the lid.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of music started coming through the wall and door from the other side of the box. Finally came a voice. “You’re right, Grady. This sauna is so-o-o-o nice. Too bad you fucked up and left the keys out. I’m sure you’re very uncomfortable in there, but hey, you fucked up, man. It’s your own fault. I’m going to enjoy it this weekend while you suffer. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

This produced some rustling of the lid, but it held firm, the lock keeping it from opening. With all that had happened, it was still Friday night. Grady knew he had a long weekend ahead to suffer. It was his first time to be kept in this rubber-lined box he’d gotten to keep Evan in when he was punishing him. He was already thinking about next weekend, when he would get his revenge. He smiled when he thought of that collar that Evan still had locked around his neck when he was addressing him, forcing his head up high. He knew that he’d hidden that key well, so Evan wasn’t going to be getting out of it, wasn’t going to be that comfortable this weekend.

It wasn’t often that Evan got the best of him, and he was going to make him suffer big for this one. He knew that he was the dominant, and thought it was only fair that he be the one to use the sauna, that it wouldn’t be available for Evan until he would allow it. But Evan thought that he should have equal use of it. That wasn’t how things worked between them, at least not to Grady’s thinking.

Grady focused on his revenge. He would start by putting that punisher on Evan’s cock. He knew how much Evan hated that device. He liked keeping it around for special times like next weekend. He would have to focus on those special treats that always got Evan hard so he could feel the full effect of that punisher. Thinking about this almost got his mind off the pain he was having from the forced position his wrists and ankles were in. Evan had made the cuffs tight. He would have to make sure to do the same next weekend.

Grady thought about how he could get out of this box. He had tested the lock on the lid, but it had held. So that was out. He thought about how he had ordered the construction of it to be done with extra reinforcement to prevent Evan from being able to escape. And now that was being turned against him. After thinking about it, he realized that there was no escape. That’s when he really started feeling the aches and pains from his muscles being forced into this hogtie position. It had been years since he had been put into a hogtie.

Suddenly their doorbell rang. He wondered who could be coming to visit. He heard Evan get up out of the sauna, dry off, put some clothes on, and answer the door. It was Roger! That reminded him that he’d told his good friend, and fellow top, about getting their sauna. Grady figured that Roger would be able to right this wrong position.

Grady heard some talking between the two of them outside, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Soon the door opened and the pair came into the room. Evan was continuing what he was saying. “We had both paid for it, but Grady felt that he should be the only one to use it. So he gagged me, hooded me, cuffed me in a hogtie, and put me into the box. But he made the mistake of leaving the ring of keys on the floor. He also didn’t lock the box lid. So I got out and turned the tables on him. He’s now inside the box like I was, only I locked the lid and took the ring of keys with me.”

“Grady’s inside the box in a cuffed hogtie? This I gotta see.”

Evan went out of the room to get his keys. Roger looked around the room to see what other gear was lying there. When Evan returned, he unlocked the lock and lifted the lid. Grady had prepared for the lid being lifted by getting ready to put his head up out of the box. When Roger saw him he started laughing. “That’s a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Grady.”

Grady just stared at him. He was thinking, ‘c’mon, Roger, old pal. Get me out of this.’ After Roger just looked at Grady with a big smile on his face, he walked behind Evan and quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. In the blink of an eye he had Evan’s wrists cuffed behind his back.

“Hey! What are you doing?” cried Evan. Grady was thinking ‘good for you, Roger. Now get me out.’

“Subs like you are supposed to be restrained, not restraining their dominants. I’m returning things to normal in this household.”

“If you’d wanted to use the sauna I would have let you.”

“I’m going to use it anyway, but this is about something more fundamental. Now get into that box while I get the rest of the necessary gear to suitably restrain you.”

When Roger returned, he unlocked the lock to the lid and lifted it up. Both Grady and Evan were still there, Grady in his cuffed hogtie, gagged with the rubber hood, Evan just with his hands cuffed behind him. Roger quickly set about cuffing Evan’s ankles and cuffing the two cuffs together to put him into the same cuffed hogtie that Grady was in. He got a leather penis gag and strapped that on Evan. He had a rubber hood with nose holes only that he had brought, but just lay that down on the box edge. He then removed the hood from Grady.

Roger stepped back and brought out his camera. Grady’s eyes opened wide at the sight of that. Roger said, “This is too good of an opportunity to pass up.” He started taking pictures of the pair in the box from various angles, focusing on showing Grady. The latter was clearly unhappy to have his picture taken. When he was finished, Roger said, “I finally have something to hold over you, Grady. You’re going to be doing some favors for me.”

Next, Roger, put the hoods back on the pair. He also brought out that punisher that Grady had thought about earlier. When he started putting that on Evan, it brought a reaction. Roger said, “I’m sure this is something that Grady would want me to put on you in response to what you did to him.” Grady was thinking that it was the punisher, and was thinking that Roger was correct in his assumption.

After the pair was hooded, Roger got one last picture of the two hooded heads sticking up out of the box. He lowered the lid down to where it was resting on the two heads, and took another picture. Then he pushed them both down, closed the lid, and locked it, pocketing the key.

Soon the pair heard sounds from the next room. “This sauna is so-o-o-o nice. I’m going to enjoy coming over here every weekend and using it. Grady, I’m sure you’ll take care of preventing Evan from using it before I get here. And to prevent my showing the pictures I took of you around our group, I’m sure you’ll let me use the sauna. I thank you two for getting it for me to use.”

Inside the box, the two hooded heads were thinking about the money they’d spent getting something that Roger would be the one to use, and not them. They were grumbling. Grady didn’t know how long he would be kept in this box, but Evan knew how long he would be. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time he’d spend the whole weekend in here like this. His only consolation was that Grady was having to endure it as well.

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The stories she told were chilling. I was a budding investigative reporter, hoping to find a story to make my mark in the world. My boss knew this, and invited me to hear this woman’s stories. She lived in Romania, and was visiting in this country. She was telling us about how their ruler, Ceaucescu, would use insane asylums to house meddlesome dissidents, and the terrible things they would do to such people.

I was young, still in college. My parents had emigrated to the U.S. from Romania, and they spoke Romanian at home, so I was fluent in the language. I would be a natural for the job of doing a report from inside one of these hell holes. But it would obviously be a very dangerous assignment. The lady said that if I could get into Romania, she could get me the necessary papers as a resident student. My boss left the decision up to me as to whether to do this assignment.

I thought about it, thought about the stories the lady told, and decided I would do it. The paper would back me. I had to start planning everything quickly. The lady would be returning home in a week. She knew the people there who were leading the opposition to the ruler, and would put me in touch with them when I arrived in the country.

I was all set to go there on a tourist visa. Once there, I would switch identities. All this went smoothly. I soon got in touch with the opposition. We had to be careful, as we expected we were being watched by Ceaucescu’s men. I found out about the next rally, and prepared. I would be one of the ones who was most vocal. The purpose was to get arrested and sent to one of those asylums.

At the rally everything went as planned. As expected, I was one of the ones who was arrested. I was cuffed and taken to that infamous prison to be interrogated. On the way I was beaten by the arresting police. I was taken to one of the cells and thrown in, hands still cuffed behind my back. I spent several hours there, wounds not tended to, waiting to be interrogated. Finally it was my turn. The prison guards came and took me into a room.

I was sat down in a chair, hands still cuffed behind my back. I was asked my name, and gave them the one from the identity I was given. Apparently this was a known activist student. He already had a record with the police. I assumed a sullen, combative attitude. The officer questioning me finally issued the order to have me sent to a mental facility for ‘evaluation’. I had succeeded in getting to where I wanted to go.

I was taken under guard to another part of the prison. My clothes were cut off from me, and a hose was used to wash me off. A doctor was present, and he signed the necessary documents. A canvas straitjacket was produced. While the guards moved in, my cuffs were finally removed and, while one guard held the open straitjacket in front of me, two other guards grabbed each of my arms to guide them into it. I was trying to resist, but knew it was of no use.

I soon realized that the straitjacket was too small for me. I said something to the guards, who just laughed. They said that it was supposed to be small, that they would make it fit by pulling the straps tight. When they started doing so, they put muscle into it. I soon started being tightly contained in that jacket. Tighter and tighter it was getting as the straps were pulled tight, then tighter, then tighter still. They left the crotch strap and the neck strap to the last. I noticed the doctor still there, waiting.

One of the guards first tested my cock, and found that it was getting hard. The guard told the doctor that, and he wrote something on the report. Then that guard, with a big smile, yanked the neck strap as tight as he could get it before buckling it. I was starting to choke from that. That guard again checked my cock, and found that it was hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum. He told the doctor that, and he wrote something else on the form. Only then did they pull the crotch strap up and buckle it shut.

I was yelling at the guards during all of this. After I was in the straitjacket, they got a dirty rag and put it in my mouth. Before I could get it out, they got some of that thick surgical bandage stuff that adheres very well and put that around the gag and my head. All my complaints now came out as just so much mumble-jumble.

I was next blindfolded and had shackles put on my ankles with a chain between. The guards started taking me out of the room after that. I was taken inside a waiting van and put in a seat. There were straps at various places in the seat, and I was strapped in tightly. I could barely move any muscle. Plus, I was still having difficulty breathing with that tight neck strap on the straitjacket. I wouldn’t be able to put up much resistance like this. I’m sure that’s why the guards did that.

The ride to the facility took a couple of hours. When we got there, the doctor had accompanied us, and he escorted each of us inside, along with guards, and stopped at the reception to give the details, my name, and what the guards had found. My blindfold was finally removed. When the doctor told the receptionist about my cock getting hard when I was choked by the neck strap, the receptionist looked up at me and remarked “he’s so young. He should be healthy enough to last some years. He’ll be perfect for Stan.”

After reception, I was taken down a corridor to a room and taken inside. There were several others strapped to beds already in that room. I was put on a vacant bed and strapped down. I tested the straps, and found that they weren’t about to give. I had made it inside the asylum. My job now was to see what went on.

I first took a look at the others in the room. They were all strapped down, in straitjackets, and gagged like I was. Some of them were younger, some were muscled, and some looked like laborers. None of them looked like they were mental cases. They were all looking at me. I suppose in a place like that you were suspicious of everyone. After that hectic day, I decided to try to get some rest.

Soon a man walked in who was dressed in a white coat and was accompanied by a couple of armed guards. He was checking charts at the end of beds, and when he came to mine, he said “this one.” The guards started unstrapping me from the bed, and when I was free of the bed, but still in the straitjacket and ankle shackles, they lifted me up and started walking me out of the room.

I was taken down the hall to an elevator, a guard on each side of me. When the doors opened we took the elevator down. At the bottom level, we got out and started down the hall. I was hearing screaming coming from some of the rooms, several of which we passed. Finally we went into one of the vacant rooms.

There was an unusual combination of things in that room. I wondered what I was going to be experiencing. But what was done first was something I had not expected. They unbuckled the crotch strap and opened up the area over my cock. Next an ice cube was brought out and placed next to it. I reacted to the pain of that, but it was short-lived. Something was placed over my cock, a sheath of some sort. After that, the crotch strap was buckled back, but loosely, allowing my cock to get hard if it wanted to.

I was taken over to a nearby metal chair and sat down in it. There were the usual straps to keep me contained in it, going over my lower legs, upper legs, stomach below my crossed arms, and chest. My ankle shackles were removed and my ankles were placed in cuffs which were attached to the bottom of each chair leg. Last, there was a metal wire which was positioned at the level of my neck. The strap at my neck was finally unbuckled and opened. I breathed a sigh of relief when that was done.

But my relief was short-lived. The metal wire was placed around the base of my neck and hooked back to the other side. It was snug, but not tight. And finally my gag was removed.

As soon as that was off I said, “why am I here? I’m not insane.”

“You are here because you have been deemed to be an enemy of the state. In the eyes of this country, you are no longer a person. You are now just someone that I have been given to experiment with.”

“You can’t do that. I’m a human being.”

That caused the guy to laugh. “As you can see, we not only can do it, we are doing it.”

“What experiment will you be doing with me?”

“You are turned on by being choked. We have placed you in a garrote chair. We will be tightening that metal wire around your neck. We have also placed your cock in a spiked cock sheath. When your cock gets hard, you will be experiencing pain as your cock gets skewered. This is your home, now. You will be fed here, though the metal wire may be so tight that you won’t be able to swallow.”

“What will that experiment prove?”

“We are interested to find out how long someone can survive such a situation. At each one year anniversary we will tighten the metal wire. It will be interesting to see how long you survive.”

“And I’m to be kept here the whole time like this?”

“Yes.”

I tried to think of the right word. “You’re a, uh, a sadistic beast.”

“Not at all. I’m a scientist. Scientists all over the world are conducting experiments on animals. Since you’re no longer considered to be a person anymore, you’re now an animal for an experiment.”

Before I could respond to that, he got behind me and started turning a handle to tighten the wire. There would periodically be an audible ‘click.’ The wire would tighten, then ‘click,’ and the wire would tighten, then ‘click.’ Soon I started choking, but he kept turning the handle. My cock started getting hard, and I started screaming from the pain of that. But he kept turning the handle more. Finally he cut off my screams, and he stopped turning the handle. I was feeling the pain, but my screams were silent due to his cutting off my vocal chords.

I had wondered what his criteria would be for stopping, and I found out. My face must have turned a bright red color, and my eyes must have started bugging out. I was certainly developing a headache, and I was having difficulty breathing.

That guy had gotten to the front of me and was looking at my face. He was checking off various criteria on a sheet on his clipboard as he was noticing my symptoms. He finally finished, and turned to the guards. Talking to them, he said “excellent reactions, just like the others.” He turned and left the room, followed by the two guards.

I was wondering what had happened to the others that he’d tried this experiment on. But that thought didn’t occupy my mind as much as trying to stay alive did. I was having major difficulty doing so. A major sinus blockage had developed, and I could no longer breathe through my nose. Fortunately the gag was left out, and I could breathe through my mouth. I realized that I had better not do anything to cause them to gag me again as long as I couldn’t breathe through my nose.

As time passed, I found that I was able to adjust to living in these extremely difficult conditions. Attendants came by to feed me and to take care of my morning emptying. There was a hole at the bottom of the chair which I hadn’t noticed which allowed emptying at that end. That ‘scientist’ would come back periodically to test me, but only about once a week, again writing notes on a form on his clipboard. I would periodically hear screams from other rooms on that floor, but I hadn’t gotten my voice back yet.

I’d gotten enough information for my story. My problem now was how to get out of this place. I needed to devise a plausible story to tell them when I got my voice back. I obviously couldn’t tell them the real story. I finally decided to just tell them my name and that I was an American tourist. But now I had to try to get my voice back.

I found that the metal wire in the chair would adjust. So I started flexing my neck muscles periodically to try to adjust the wire to the shape of my neck, which had some recesses next to my muscles. I would also try periodically to say something. Finally one day I was able to say something which came out as a whisper. At last! I practiced and practiced, and was able to speak again, albeit in a whisper. But I figured this would be sufficient.

The next time that ‘scientist’ entered the room, I started talking to him in that hoarse whisper. When he heard me speak, he immediately started writing something on his clipboard. But he finally started listening to what I was saying.

I told him that I was actually an American tourist, and gave him my real name. I told him to check, as I’m sure that there would be a record of my disappearance. He immediately left the room. He was gone for the rest of the day. When he returned the next day, there was another man with him.   They started by addressing me by my real name, which I was very pleased to hear. But I wondered with what they told me whether they would let me go.

“You switched identities with that young man. He left the country using your identification. When he reached your country, he was found out, but has been allowed to remain in your country as someone who would be put into prison as a political prisoner if he returned. He has been raising all sorts of opposition in your country to our ruler. And yes, you are considered to be an American tourist who is missing in our country. You leave us with a difficult problem. Helping an enemy of the state, as that young man certainly is, is a serious crime in this country. That you helped him is sufficient reason for us to keep you here.”

He stopped talking and let that sink in. I was starting to get worried that I would never get out of this place.

The guy continued. “We also have the problem of what you have seen here and how you have been treated. We don’t want this further bad publicity. So what are we to do with you?”

I said, “do you think I want to tell people that I’m turned on by being choked? That’s not something that a person makes public. My life back home would become very difficult.”

“I can understand that. So if you agree to not mention your experience here, then I think we can resolve this. There will be a trial in which you will be convicted of helping an enemy of the state to leave the country. But since you are not someone from this country, you will be ordered to leave and not ever return, being put in prison if you do.”

“That would be most satisfactory to me. I thank you for that.”

“I’m not pleased to cut off my experiment. Perhaps if things work out later, I can continue this in your country.”

“That depends on what happened to the others you talked about experimenting on. I would not want to continue this experiment to the end.”

“I see. Yes, I guess I’ll just have to accept ending my experiment on you. Too bad. Science will be the loser.”

As they were leaving the room, I was thinking that I would have been the loser. The next day I was removed from the chair and taken to a court. I was still tightly enclosed in that straitjacket, the neck and crotch straps yanked just as tight as they originally were, the spiked cock sheath still on. There was no one else in the courtroom, other than the prosecutor, the judge, and the guards. The case went as was stated, and I was ordered out of the country.

I was taken to the airport, still in the straitjacket. Guards went to the airport security people and explained my situation. I was escorted through as one of the early boarders, and was strapped into a seat in the back of the plane, still tightly ensconced in that straitjacket. I wondered what the other passengers thought. At least I wasn’t gagged.

After the steward had served all the others, he came to me and started feeding me, and helped me to drink liquid. I thanked him for that consideration. When we arrived at the airport, there were local insane asylum people waiting for me. I was kept in the straitjacket while being transported to a local facility for evaluation.

When they started the evaluation, I told them that I was a reporter on assignment to a Romanian insane asylum as a political prisoner to get a story. I told them my boss’ name and phone number, and he verified my story. He had heard nothing back from me, and was worried. He asked to talk to me.

On the phone I told him to have a photographer sent to the insane asylum, and to bring a rag, some of that thick medical tape that adheres, some ankle shackles with a chain between, and some clothes. My boss understood, and told me he would try to answer my request. After the phone was hung up, the facility people started to help me out of the straitjacket, but I told them I needed to stay in it for pictures to be taken. They understood.

It was a several hour wait. I was fed in the meantime. I figured that they were having difficulty getting everything that was required. Finally the reporter showed up, as well as my boss and a couple of the others from the paper. They were all happy to see me. The pictures were taken, and I was finally able to get out of that straitjacket. I’d been in it for several months, and my body was in bad need of cleaning. Pictures were also taken of the deep imprint at the base of my neck which the rod had made, as well as the cock sheath, both inside and out. They chose not to take pictures of my skewered cock.

After I was cleaned and dressed, my boss took me back to my office to get started writing the story while it was still fresh in my mind. I told him that I would never forget that experience, but always the newspaperman, he was afraid that someone else would scoop me.

I got the story written. It took a few days to get everything down that I wanted to say, and to have it done such that it would grab people’s attention while being factual, yet readable. My boss was pleased when he read it. After he finished, he looked over at me, still dressed in those clothes he’d brought. He told me to go take some time off, and get some proper fitting clothes, shirts that had collars that were extra-tight. He winked at me when he said that. I realized that what I was worried would happen was already starting.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this Story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

After the article appeared, I was inundated with requests for television interviews. I also got requests from a number of people who were into choking guys. One of the ones who was interested in choking me also said that he was an agent for sports figures, and figured that I would have gotten requests for television appearances, and would want an agent to represent me. I decided to contact him before contacting anyone else.

He turned out to be a big burly guy. He told me a number of things. He said that I should start dressing and acting the part of my persona when I make public appearances. That made sense. He said my persona was of a young, somewhat smart-alecky guy who liked to have my clothes be tight around my neck. He said further that on seeing me, he could see that I was also good-looking, which would be a plus in television appearances, and also had a slim body, which could be highlighted with my clothes.

Since I had been in a tight canvas straitjacket, he recommended getting canvas shirts custom-made which had a collar that went up to the top of my neck and was smaller than my normal neck size. When he said that, I told him that I wasn’t turned on by having something going up that high on my neck, that I was turned on by being choked. He replied that it didn’t matter, that my public persona was of someone who would wear clothes like that, and that is what the public expected.

He also said that I could be starting a fashion trend. And he said that with my good looks, guys nowadays were wearing black clothes. He thought that it would be great if I would wear black leather clothes with my shirt going high up under my chin, just as tight as he recommended for my canvas shirts, a tight black leather vest, black leather pants, and black leather boots. He said that the collar and cuffs should be polished to a high gloss, and should be rock hard.

I thought about that, and said that it would make me look like a biker or a gay guy. He replied that this was the coming fashion, that again, it would fit my public persona. He said that my normal white shirt and tie with suit coat wasn’t what my public persona was.

He gave me a lot to think about as he was choking me. But that play turned me on so much that I decided to take his advice and hire him. He decided it would be best if he moved in with me, at least while I was getting inundated with requests for television appearances.

I immediately started getting the clothes to match his advice. It took some time, but I soon had the clothes to match the image he said I projected. In the meantime, my story hadn’t gone away. In fact, it had been carried by stations overseas, and that caused even more requests. He was sorting everything out, and I was finally in position to start making appearances.

I still remember the first time I came out onstage. The audience was shocked and delighted. I got a roaring applause. The interviewer couldn’t help but talk about how I was dressed. Then the interview ensued, and I got to talk about my experience. I had brought along a similar canvas straitjacket, same small size, and everyone wanted me to be put into it. I hadn’t thought about that, and wasn’t prepared. For the next appearance, I had Bubba, my agent, come with me to do that part.

The newspapers and some of the news stations picked up on that interview. I was hot news. I soon learned that my life wasn’t going to be the same, as I was now a celebrity. Going into stores for shopping would create a ruckus as people would flock to me. I learned that I couldn’t go out in public dressed as a normal person, that I had to be dressed to meet my public persona. It was going to be difficult, but the money was starting to roll in, as were offers to do more investigative reporting.

I told Bubba to put the offers on hold while I was busy doing television appearances. He agreed that this would be best. He also was noticing that I was starting to stain my pants, and told me to start wearing a chastity device all the time when I was dressed in my tight clothes. I realized that these were turning me on, and being turned on in public was not necessarily a good thing. So I started wearing the chastity device. Bubba had gotten it for me, and after wearing it the first time, I didn’t like it. He told me that this was something I was going to have to do, and he locked it on me, keeping the key. I had no choice now. But I still didn’t like it.

The interviews continued. The second one in which Bubba put me into the straitjacket was an even bigger media issue than the first interview was. I was now more popular than ever. For the third one, I decided to take along the spiked cock sheath, a rag, and duct tape. At that one I demonstrated the straitjacket as well as the gag and what my cock was put into, showing the inside. This one surpassed the second television appearance.

Those items got to become a staple for my appearances. I now appeared on stage in the straitjacket, and Bubba would accompany me carrying the gag and cock sheath. Bubba was now doing a lot of the interviews, since for a good part of the time I would be gagged. When the interview would be over, I would still be gagged. Then I’d go backstage and dress into my black leathers, which became the clothes I was now known for. I was even given an endorsement fee from a company that made such clothes, and I would always be wearing their products, provided gratis to me. It boosted their sales.

I made a lot of appearances in other countries as well. I was hot stuff for about a year. Then the story had become yesterday’s news. Bubba had his athletes to work with, and moved out to take care of them during their busy season, leaving the key to my chastity. I still had the offers for more investigative stories, but I had accumulated enough wealth to afford to take some time off. I decided after that whirlwind of appearances to do just that, and think about what I wanted to do next.

Ceaucescu had been toppled by the Romanian people, and that country was starting to open up. I thought about that place that I’d spent so much time at. That’s when I got contacted by another television network that wanted to do a story about my returning to that facility to see again what I’d been put through. I did want to see it again, and surprisingly to me, I now kind of missed the treatment I’d been given, and thought I wouldn’t mind getting it again for a couple of days.

The television network had contacted that ‘scientist’ about their project, told him that I was willing to return, and got the green light from him and the facility. So I was now scheduled to return to Romania, this time as me. I started wondering what I would find after Ceaucescu’s overthrow, who that facility was now housing.

I was in a position to have nothing on my plate, other than possible investigative assignments which I’d told them I’d think about. In some of the interviews I had mentioned that I could be suddenly away on another assignment at any time, so my disappearing wouldn’t be considered unusual. I now owned my own house, and made arrangements with my bank to take care of my affairs while I was away, telling them I didn’t know how long I would be away. I had decided to take some time and tour Europe on my own after the Romania story was filmed. I even thought of seeing more of that country before I moved on. I was going to be doing my tour strictly by what appealed to me at the time.

When it came time, I joined the television crew and flew to Romania. I was a little concerned about the circumstances of my previous departure from Romania and had told the television people about that, but they said with Ceaucescu’s overthrow, that had changed. When we arrived at the airport I had no difficulty going through customs, and the television crew and I were taken to a nearby hotel to be put up. It wasn’t a 5-star by any means, but I figured for this country at this time, it was as good as they had.

I got a good night’s sleep, and the next day, we all went to that insane asylum. On the way, I was changed from the leathers I wore to being strapped into a similar straitjacket, with similar gag and ankle cuffs. They got a guard to play the part of the Romanian prison guard who did that. I was first cuffed, and then roughly had my clothes changed, just as I’d described before, all filmed. My arrival at the facility was filmed. I still remember going to reception the first time, and this time it wasn’t different. An actor played the part of the guard who had brought me in, and reported my name, giving the receptionist a folder with my details. He had been primed ahead of time, and said that I would be a perfect candidate for Stan. It was just like the first time.

I was taken down the hall to a room, and strapped to a bed, just as I’d been before. There was an assortment of others already strapped to beds in the room. I noticed on the way that the other rooms were empty, so I figured these were actors. It was re-enacted well.

Then that scientist came into the room, accompanied by two guards. I recognized all three from the first experience. They were the same guys. The scientist started reading charts as he’d done before, and when he saw mine, he turned to the guards and said “this one,” just as he’d done before. I wondered how much the television people were paying these guys.

I was unstrapped from the bed and pulled by the two guards over to the elevator. I saw the cameras rolling as I was taken down the hall. We waited as before for the elevator, and when it arrived, we all went in and down to the basement. Once open, we went down the hall, just like before. I was hearing periodic screams, just like before. The television people were very thorough in their re-enactment.

When we went into the room, there was that chair. It was as if no time had passed. I was placed in it, just like before, and my gag was removed. That scientist talked to me just as he’d done before, and I answered him, questioning him, just as I’d done before. It was eerie. I thought of, of all people, Yogi Berra, with his statement “this is like déjà vu, all over again.”

I was soon strapped to that chair, my neck strap undone, and the metal wire put around my neck and attached to that ‘clicking’ device. It started up, and the wire started being tightened. They had placed that spiked cock sheath on, and had removed my gag, and soon I was starting to scream in pain. The cameras just kept rolling. When it got to the point that my voice was cut off, the tightening stopped. The cameras could see that I was screaming from the pain, but no sound was coming out. They could also see my red face and hear my raspy breathing. The cameras started moving around the chair to get a closer look. I was certainly getting a realistic re-enactment.

When they had finished filming, I was asked “do you want the wire loosened?”

I thought, what a question. I nodded my head up and down.

After the wire was loosened, I found that I had my voice back. Another question. “Do you want to be freed from the chair?”

I thought about it, and said “no, I’d like to visit for a while with Stan, here.”

“Then if you don’t mind, we got all the film we wanted, so we’re going back to the hotel. When you’re done visiting, you can join us. I understand that you plan to continue touring around Europe, but we plan to fly back tomorrow morning to start getting this developed and get our documentary story ready to be aired. This has been one of the smoothest filmings we’ve ever had. It was a pleasure working with all of you. Good bye.”

After the film crew had left, I started visiting with Stan. My first question of him was, “how has the toppling of Ceaucescu affected your work?”

“I don’t have the bodies to experiment with anymore. I’ve only got one now.” He had moved behind my chair when he said that.

“One can still be a lot for a long experiment.”

The clicking was continuing during this time. Soon the pain from the cock sheath set in and I was screaming again. Just then the door opened, and the head of the film crew came in. Stan didn’t stop tightening the wire.

Over the backdrop of my screaming, he started to ask something, then said, “what’s going on?”

Stan smoothly replied, “he wanted to experience this one more time.”

By then the wire had gotten too tight, and my voice was cut off. I was still trying to scream, but making no noise. Stan had stopped the tightening.

The film crew guy looked at me kind of strangely, but accepted Stan’s statement. “I was wondering whether he was going to be coming back tonight to the hotel.”

Stan replied, “he wants to spend a couple of days here like this, then return to the hotel to get his belongings before starting his tour of Europe.”

The film crew guy just shook his head and said, “I realize he gets turned on by being choked, and he evidently enjoys this, even though it looks like he doesn’t, but he was willing to come back here and go through this again, so he must have missed it. I don’t understand everything that goes on in people’s minds, and this is one of the strangest ones I’ve come across. I suppose you have encountered some strange ones?”

“Yes, actually, this gentleman is the fourth such one that we’ve encountered. It’s not unheard of, but it is unusual. And you’re right, he is turned on by being choked, and craves it, though he will make it clear that he’s not enjoying it when it’s being done. To look at him you would think that he doesn’t want it, yet he asked me to do this to him. It’s strange, but then, I’m willing to help him get what he craves.”

“Yes, I see. Well, thanks again for everything. We’ll be leaving in the morning. Good bye, again.”

“Good bye.”

After he’d left, he told one of his guards to remind him to have someone pick up my belongings at the hotel in a couple of days, and schedule a rental car in my name, and to drive it somewhere where it won’t be found. Then he turned his attention to me.

“I was surprised to find that you were willing to come back here and be put through this again. You had to know that I wanted to finish my experiment. Yet you came here and put yourself back into my hands. As I’d told that fellow, you must crave the treatment I give you for you to do that. I, of course, appreciate your consideration in allowing me to finish this experiment. I will be continuing it as I’d done before. But this time, when you are able to talk, I will be putting the gag back into your mouth. That was where I realized I’d made my mistake the first time.

The article you wrote was very interesting. It added to my knowledge. It was the first time I’d been able to get information from the person who was being choked, as all the others, as you surmised, have since passed away. I shall endeavor to keep you alive as long as I can, so I will be careful to not overdue it with you. In the meantime, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the treatment you will be given. Your cock certainly is enjoying it.”

He left the room after saying that. I took stock of my situation. I had closed my affairs back home, telling people that it would not be unusual for me to disappear for months at a time, and telling my bank that I was going to be gone for an indefinite period of time. No one expects me to return. My agent is the closest person I have, and he is busy with other business matters, not paying any more attention to me because I’m no longer one of his active accounts. The film crew thinks I’m staying here for a couple of days after they’ve left, and plan to be gone for an indefinite period of time, gone to parts unknown. There is no one who could say where I will be. Stan is having his guy cover my tracks so that it would appear that I have left. This guy could move me to another location and tell people that I had left. I’m too well secured to be able to get out on my own. I realized it was too late to wonder what I’d done to myself.

Stan could account for my disappearance very easily. He’s probably already gotten a fake identification for me, just as easily as I’d gotten one when I came into this country. It looks like I’m going to be spending the rest of my life tightly encased in this canvas straitjacket with a metal wire tightly around the base of my neck, choking me.

***

A year has now passed. “You’ve now been in every room. You’ve looked at every place that exists in this facility. There is no place where he could be hidden. Will you now believe me when I say that he isn’t here?”

“I believe you that he isn’t here at this time. I know he was here before. You are the last person known to have seen him. You could easily have moved him someplace else. I find it interesting that the famous chair has also disappeared.”

“Do you want to look at every room in every building in the whole of Romania? What do I have to do to convince you that he isn’t here! He left here a couple of days later and went back to his hotel to gather his things and left. I don’t know where he is.”

“That is what people who didn’t see him have told me. But I still don’t believe you don’t know where he is. I won’t give up looking until I find him. We don’t just ignore famous people who disappear. Something has happened to him. I’m determined to find out what has happened.”

After the man left, Stan continued working on what this visit had interrupted him doing. But his mind wasn’t on it. He kept thinking about the man who he had put back into that chair here. And he thought about that man who was just here and the statement he made about never giving up looking until he found that man. He finally realized he couldn’t get any more work done. He looked at the time and realized that he should have left some time ago. He finally left the building, locking it behind him.

As he was driving away, he checked to make sure that he wasn’t being followed. He tried a couple of dodges to make sure. Then he started driving to that place where they moved that reporter to. When he got there, he opened the door with his key. There was no one else there. He went inside and started the process of opening the next door. It took three keys and the right combination. When the door was finally open he went inside and was met by the attendant. “How is our patient doing?”

“Same as usual.”

“Good. He went inside the next door, not needing a key to unlock this one. There I was strapped to the chair as usual. I was gagged, breathing normally, still tightly strapped in that straitjacket. Stan said, “It’s been a year. It’s time for the wire to be tightened.” I just nodded my head as best I could.

Stan went behind the chair and there was soon an audible ‘click.’ He went back in front, removed my gag and started making notes on his clipboard. I was obviously now in pain and was trying to scream, but no sound was coming out. I was again having trouble breathing, my face was getting red, and my eyes were starting to bug out. Stan continued making his notes, waiting until it was clear that I wouldn’t be having any insurmountable problems. He walked back outside to speak to the attendant.

“We may have to move him again. There are some Americans who have been here looking for him.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a place for him. This one seems pretty secure, though. How could they find him here?”

“I don’t know, but Americans can be pretty resourceful.”

After Stan had exited the last door and was about to get into his car, he was met by several people, including that American and a couple of Romanian policemen. Stan had just seen him pull a little device out of his car. “We would like to see what is inside that building that you just came out of.”

“By what authority do you have to see it? Your papers this morning just said I was to show you the insane asylum I’m responsible for.”

One of the others stepped up and said, “surely you recognize me, Stanislaus. I am ordering you to allow these gentlemen inside.”

Stan indeed recognized him, and realized he had no choice. He got his keys and started the process of opening the doors. Finally the whole group was inside the final room and could see me in the chair. Stan was in the back loosening the wire.

When it was loosened enough for me to start to get my voice back, Stan started speaking. “He wanted me to continue the experiment. He told me he wants to remain in this chair. He said that he had a taste of being a celebrity, and he didn’t like it. He said that the happiest he had been was when he was in this chair.”

The American said, “I don’t believe you. I want to hear him talk.”

“Very well.” Turning to me, he said, “your voice should be back now. Tell them what you told me.”

“He’s right. I don’t want to go back to that. I took some time and thought about what I enjoyed and what I didn’t. I realized that I wanted to come back here and be in that chair again, being choked. I had enough money to give to Stan to get him to cover for me so he could finish his experiment. I knew that if it became known that I was still alive here in this chair, that the media would want to come back here and film it. I’ve had it with them. All I want now is to be left alone.”

The American was dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say. It was Stan’s boss who said “c’mon, let’s leave these two alone. You got what you wanted, or at least you found him. You can’t take him back because he doesn’t want to go back. How you handle this is now your business. You don’t need me anymore.”

After they’d left, Stan started attaching me back the way I’d been before. While I still had my voice, I said “maybe you could also put something tight around the top of my neck as well. I found that I started getting turned on by that from those clothes my agent had me wear. I was thinking of something like a rope or chain noose, but I expect another metal wire would work, too.”

After Stan had finished setting me back up, he got his clipboard and started making more notes. He was as surprised as that American was at the change things had taken, and at this point he wasn’t surprised by anything I would request. He told me that his scientific experiment with me was certainly going in a different direction that the others had taken.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

Jimmy got off his surfboard after riding the wave ashore. He’d spent the day surfing, and now that the sun was setting, he figured it was time to head home. He decided to stay in his custom-made neoprene surf suit for the drive home. He put his board in the back of his pickup, laid out the bath towel on the seat of his truck, got in, and was soon on his way.

When he got home he saw that his two brothers were parked in the driveway, waiting for him. He hadn’t seen them in a couple of months, and was always glad to see them. His cock stirred a bit in anticipation. His older brothers were bondage tops, and he was the bottom one of the family. He figured that they were soon going to have him tightly bound.

When he got out and shook hands with them, they commented on his suit. Rob started it. “That is a great looking surf suit. It’s full body, even covering the neck up to the chin. All it’s missing is a hood. I’ve got one of those that will match the suit.”

Chuck chimed in with “And I’ve got the perfect cuffs to get you properly set up. Let’s go inside and get started.”

Jimmy laughed and said “c’mon, guys. I need to put the board away, clean up and get some food. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Get the board put away and let us in. We’ll figure something out.”

Jimmy knew what that meant. He was going to have to put off getting cleaned up and eating. But his cock was now hard as a rock, obviously sticking out for the two to see. He put the surf board away, got out the keys from the glove compartment, and let them in. He had no sooner closed the door when his hands were quickly cuffed behind his back. And in the next minute he was on the floor with his ankles shackled with a foot long connecting chain. The hood had a built-in neoprene penis gag, and it was stretched over his head. There were only two little pinholes at the nose for him to breathe through. He had no sight.

“One problem with you being in this suit is that we can’t put the butt plug in or put the chastity on, or even clamp your tits. I’m afraid you’ll have to be free to erupt. That so goes against our philosophy, but it can’t be helped.”

Next a thick leather posture collar was locked around Jimmy’s neck. He’d had it on before, and knew he couldn’t turn his head in that thing. A chain was attached to it in the back. His older brother started pulling him up by the chain with his feet pressed against Jimmy’s. “C’mon, surf boy. It’s time to take you to a party we’re going to. One of the requirements for entry is to bring a boi along who is dressed in a surf suit. That’s what made us think of you.”

The two started walking Jimmy out of his house. It was at the end of a dirt road with no neighbors, so there was no one to see them taking him out. Jimmy couldn’t see with that hood on, so just had to go along. His older brother walked behind with a metal bar poked into his back, holding the chain taut. And with the penis gag in his mouth, he couldn’t talk coherently either. But he was used to being treated this way by his older brothers. Whenever they took him somewhere it was always this way, and it was always fun.

Jimmy was stretched out on the back seat and covered with a blanket. He needed to be out of sight for the trip. Under the blanket in that warm neoprene suit, he started heating up. He figured that he’d sweated a lot while surfing, but he found that he could still sweat some more. He loved this suit, and knew that it was porous, so the sweat could leak through, even as thick as it was.

Arriving at their destination, older brother picked up the chain and started pulling Jimmy out of the back seat. Landing on his feet, he was pulled away from the door so it could be closed, and then marched forward again with the metal bar in the back and the chain pulled taut as before. Whenever he started heading in the wrong direction, older brother would yank back on the chain and redirect him. It was hard on his neck, but Jimmy enjoyed the rough treatment. His cock was still tenting the suit, pushing out further with each yank of the chain.

Inside, older brother stopped him while he signed some papers and paid some money. Ready to go again, the metal bar was back pushing Jimmy. The two brothers had not been in this place before, and decided to walk around to see what all there was. They had Jimmy leading them. They toured the facility, and when they had finished, the two discussed where to leave Jimmy. They came to an agreement, and took him to another room.

There they stood him at a specific spot and brought his ankles together. They locked the rings on the shackles together to a ring in the floor. Then they lowered a hoist and attached the end of the chain to it. Activating the hoist, the chain started rising into the air. Soon Jimmy’s back feet were pulled up off the floor. They stopped the hoist when Jimmy was standing on the balls of his feet. With a whack on his butt with a wooden paddle that was setting nearby, the two brothers said “we’ll be back shortly. We’re going to get something to eat. Don’t go anywhere.”

The comment about food struck home. Jimmy was starting to get hungry. He was standing there for about ten minutes when he heard a deep voice in front of him. “That is a great looking surf suit. And it looks like you’re enjoying the position you’re in.” Jimmy felt his erect cock starting to be stroked. It felt so, so great to have that done, and it didn’t take long for it to erupt. Jimmy appreciated the service, but couldn’t thank the guy with the gag in his mouth. He also was taken by the guy’s deep voice. He wished he could meet him.

Nothing much happened to him after that for about a half hour. Finally his two brothers returned. His middle brother said “leave it to Jimmy to just stay there and not go out to enjoy a party. What do you think, Rob, should be lower him down and let him enjoy the party?”

“Sure, why not.” The two lowered Jimmy down and removed the lock connecting his ankles to the ring in the floor and to each other. After the hoist was disconnected, Rob brought the chain down and whacked Jimmy’s rear end again with the paddle. “Go ahead, little brother. Circulate.”

With the hood on, Jimmy couldn’t see where he was going or see anyone in front of him. And with his hands cuffed behind his back, he couldn’t feel his way. He figured his brothers would follow behind and correct any mistakes he would make in walking. Jimmy wanted to meet deep voice again, and his ears were working properly. He couldn’t hear him where he was, so he started walking.

Suddenly Jimmy walked into a wall. He heard his brothers laughing. Chuck, the middle one, said “leave it to little brother to walk into a wall. He never knew where he was going.”

Jimmy turned to the side and continued walking. He made several more blunders into things, including other people, before he heard deep voice. He walked in the direction of that voice, and finally stopped alongside of it. Deep voice didn’t seem to notice him at first, continuing his conversation with someone else, but finally noticed him.

“Well, well, well, I see you’re out of that quandary you were in. And I see that your cock is hard again, ready to be stroked. Would you like that?”

Jimmy nodded his head up and down as best he could, and he soon felt his cock being stroked again. It took a little longer this time, but he again erupted.

Afterwards, deep voice continued “I just love that surf suit you’re wearing. I need to find out where you got it. I assume since you’ve been released that you’re here with someone else. Is it these two men who are standing back behind you?”

Jimmy heard Rob say “yes, Mr. Chapman. He’s my younger brother.”

“Do you know where he got his surf suit?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then take off his hood so he can talk. I’d like to know.”

Jimmy had been surprised to find out that Rob knew deep voice, since he called him by name. When Jimmy’s hood had been lifted up to remove the penis gag, though not high enough to allow Jimmy to see, he said it was a custom-made suit by a guy down in Santa Cruz. He told deep voice the guy’s name, and deep voice replied “yes, I’m familiar with his name. I’ve heard that he makes quality suits, and I can see that it’s true.”

Jimmy added “he needs to measure you to be able to have the suit be a perfect fit.”

“Well it certainly is that on you. Thank you for the information.”

Jimmy didn’t want to stop with that. He continued “I live at the end of Swanton Lane if you should ever want to come by to visit.”

Rob was lowering Jimmy’s hood down to put the penis gag back in and admonished him. “I’m sure that Mr. Chapman wouldn’t be coming by to see you. He has more important things to do.”

Deep voice said “on the contrary. I hope to be by for a visit. Thank you for letting me know where you live.”

Jimmy figured that he got one up on Rob in that exchange. He was feeling pretty good about having come here to this party. Soon he felt the stick in his back and the chain pulled taut, so he started walking forward again. They were soon out to their cars in the parking lot. After Jimmy was lain down on the back seat and covered with the blanket, the doors closed, and driving down the highway, Rob said “do you know who that was, Jimmy? That was the guy who owns the company I work at. And you invite him to your home? I couldn’t believe that he plans to come visit you. I’m sure he was just being polite.”

Jimmy was inwardly smiling at having caused Rob to be jealous of him. He hoped that deep voice would come to visit, and he thought that there was a good chance that he would if he were looking for a boi to play with. Plus he was still mesmerized by that voice, and wanted to hear more of it.

As usual when his brothers came to visit, they spent the night in his two beds and kept Jimmy bound and gagged in a hogtie position in his little cage, locked securely away, still in the neoprene surf suit and hood. Jimmy didn’t get much sleep that night in that cramped position. The next morning it was Saturday, and his two brothers stayed to play more with Jimmy. They put him in an ‘X’ position, his arms and legs spread uncomfortably wide, and started paddling him with their wooden paddles, the surf suit and hood still on. They kept him like that while they again ate lunch, having eaten breakfast while Jimmy was still locked in the cage. Jimmy still hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning.

After lunch they bent Jimmy backwards over a bar, tying his ankles and wrists to force him to maintain that position. The bar was a couple of feet high, so he was bent over backwards pretty severely. This time they paddled his front side while he was in that position. He was, of course, still in the surf suit and hood. They paid particular attention to paddling his hard cock, as well as his balls. And they also paid attention to his tits. Jimmy was pretty sore by dinner time. But they kept him securely tied over the bar while they ate dinner.

After dinner, Rob said “we’ve got another party to take you to. You can thank us later. This one is a plain bondage party, but they have some pretty interesting devices to keep you in. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Jimmy had experienced some “pretty interesting bondage devices” before that Rob had taken him to. He wondered what was in store for him this time. He was soon released from the bar, brought upright, the chain attached to the back of his collar again, and pushed forward by Rob with the metal bar in his back again. It was a repeat of the previous night. Soon he was back lying on the back seat of Rob’s car again, covered by the blanket.

This time it was a longer drive. When they got to where they were going, Jimmy was again pulled out of the seat by the collar and pushed forward by Rob. Inside, Jimmy couldn’t believe his ears. It was deep voice again. And this time deep voice noticed them before Jimmy or Rob did. Deep voice came over to them while Rob was signing in and paying.

“Hello again. I see you’re still wearing the same gear as last night. Did you play with him in between, or did he just get some sleep?” The latter was addressed to Rob.

“He spent the night in a hogtie locked in his little cage, sir. Then we strung him up in an ‘X’ shape and paddled his back, followed by bending him back over a two foot high bar, wrists and ankles restrained to rings in the floor, while we paddled his front side.”

“When did he eat?”

“He hasn’t eaten since yesterday morning, sir.”

“Ah, he’s got stamina as well. I really must pay him a visit. That’s the last house at the end of Swanton Lane?”

“Yes, sir. He’s there when he’s not out surfing.”

“Then I’d better come at night. It’s nice meeting you.” Deep voice walked off again.

“Jimmy, you are the luckiest guy I know. I’ve been dying to meet that guy, and when I do, he’s only interested in you.”

Jimmy couldn’t respond, but soon he was being pushed into the room as before. Before long Jimmy was locked inside a standing cage, the chain attached to his collar brought out the top end and locked to the back, keeping his head held high, his ankles pulled wide apart and locked to the side bars, his wrist cuffs unlocked so his wrists could be brought out the back bars of the cage to be cuffed together again. Jimmy was left there while the two went to get something to eat.

As last night, deep voice came by while the pair were away, noticed Jimmy’s erect cock pushing out his surf suit, reached through the bars and stroked it to allow Jimmy to erupt. Afterwards, deep voice said “I’ll be by your house tomorrow night at around 7:00.” He walked away after that.

After the two let Jimmy out of the cage and started allowing him to wander around on his own, Jimmy wandered into a room where there were boxes with holes at the top for guys to be restrained in while other guys erupted into their mouths. Rob and Chuck thought it would be good fun to try their luck on that with Jimmy. Soon Jimmy was restrained inside the box in a hog tie position, with his head sticking out of the top of the box invitingly. Rob lifted the hood enough to allow Jimmy’s mouth to be exposed. He picked up a butterfly gag and locked it onto Jimmy, forcing his mouth open. They waited for someone to try him out.

As luck would have it, deep voice happened by, and decided to try Jimmy out. Having grown up in the household with two older brothers who were tops, Jimmy had lots of experience servicing their cocks. He knew what to do when one was put into his mouth. Deep voice put a finger to his lips to the two brothers and didn’t speak, so Jimmy didn’t know who it was whose cock he was servicing. As soon as deep voice stuck his in Jimmy’s mouth, Jimmy started in. He licked the tip first, then started licking and sucking the cock. Deep voice lay his head back in ecstasy. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He inserted it further, until finally he erupted. He again kept quiet, and as he slowly withdrew his cock, Jimmy kept licking and sucking, until it was out.

Deep voice got off the box, zipped up his pants, gave Rob and Chuck a thumbs up, and walked away. Rob was left shaking his head. Others came by for Jimmy to service their cocks, but it was that first one that was the one Jimmy’s brothers remembered. After a couple of hours of this, including having Jimmy service their cocks, Rob and Chuck released Jimmy from the box, lowered his hood down to gag him, re-attached the chain, and soon they were walking back to the car for the drive home. Nothing was said this time on the drive home. That night Jimmy was back in the little cage like the previous night, and the two brothers had the beds.

The next morning was a repeat of the previous day. Only after the two had dinner did they release Jimmy from the restraints. They told him their goodbyes while Jimmy was still in the surf suit and gagged with the hood. They left the hood with him, telling him it was their gift. Jimmy just waved goodbye, went over to the door to close and lock it, and had only an hour or so to get cleaned up before deep voice’s visit.

After finally getting out of that neoprene surf suit, taking it with him into the shower to clean both him and the suit, Jimmy knew that he would be cold after he’d come out of the shower. So he decided to wear something warm. He decided to put on his custom-made leather top that was skin-tight and went up to, and under, his chin, as well as his leather pants and boots. He had barely finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang.

Deep voice introduced himself. Jimmy responded that it was great to put a face with that fabulous voice he had. Mr. Chapman smiled and came inside as Jimmy motioned him in. Jimmy didn’t have much furniture, and Mr. Chapman sat down on the comfy chair. Jimmy pulled up a straight back bondage chair which he kept in the living room and sat in it, the straps dangling down the sides. Jimmy decided to wait for Mr. Chapman to start the conversation.

“Jimmy, I’m looking for someone to be a live-in boi, available for me to keep bound as I see fit. I’m a top, and I want someone who is a confirmed bottom, someone with no ties who can move in immediately, someone who would be free during the day, since I work, but would be available to me at nights and on weekends. You seem like the perfect person to fill that role.”

“I’m flattered that you would consider me. You are correct that I fit all those requirements, and I would be honored if you would take me in as your live-in boi. I’ve always wanted something like that.”

“But I’m curious. How is it that you’re not working and you can afford to live in your own house?”

“I happened to get lucky and hit the lottery.”

Mr. Chapman started laughing. He finally said “and all you want is a little house like this at the end of a dirt road?”

“It’s perfect for my needs. There are no nosy neighbors, so I can live the lifestyle I enjoy.”

“And those two men who were with you?”

“My older brothers. They were tops when growing up, and being the younger one, I became their bottom.”

Mr. Chapman started laughing again. “I think I’m going to enjoy having your company. You are very refreshing, after the sycophants I have to deal with every day. Would you like to see where you will be staying?”

“Of course. And I’d like you to see what gear I have that could add to your dungeon. Uh, I assume you have a dungeon?”

“Of course. No self-respecting top would not. Do you plan to keep your house here?”

“I need a place to change when I go surfing. This house is perfect for that. So yes, I’ll be keeping it.”

“Then let’s go. Oh, and by the way, that was my cock you serviced first last night.”

“I hope it was satisfactory.”

“Very satisfactory. That clinched my decision to offer you the position.”

Mr. Chapman brought out a contract he had prepared and gave it to Jimmy with a pen to sign. Jimmy started reading it, and realized that in signing it he was committing himself to being Mr. Chapman’s boi for the next ten years. He realized that it was something he wanted, so he signed it and returned it.

As they started leaving, Jimmy asked “am I dressed appropriately? I didn’t know what to wear for this meeting that would keep me hot enough after having been in that surf suit for more than two days.”

“You’re dressed wonderfully well. I can’t wait to start playing with you while dressed like that.”

Jimmy noticed that Mr. Chapman had driven a Mercedes, which put his pickup to shame. But when Jimmy started to open the door to the passenger seat, Mr. Chapman came around to open the trunk. He motioned with his head for Jimmy to get in there. And as Jimmy walked around to the back, he saw that Mr. Chapman was holding a set of combination cuffs and a leather hood which had nose holes only. The combination cuffs had only short chains between. When Jimmy faced Mr. Chapman for him to put them on the front, Mr. Chapman motioned for Jimmy to turn around. That was when Jimmy realized that Mr. Chapman was pretty extreme in the bondage he applied. And before starting to put the cuffs on, Mr. Chapman zipped Jimmy’s pants down to lock his cock in chastity.

Riding in the trunk with his leather covered nose touching the top of the trunk, his hands brought up painfully high behind his back, and his ankles brought up as high as they would go, Jimmy wondered about the decision he’d just made. But then he thought about that deep voice, and his cock tried to stir in the chastity it was locked in. As Mr. Chapman was closing the trunk, he told Jimmy that he would be spending the night like this locked in a small cage because he wanted Jimmy to get used to the way he would be kept at night and on weekends.

It was when he was trying to cope with this position as they would hit potholes that Jimmy realized that he still hadn’t eaten anything since Friday morning. And he was going to be in no position to eat anything overnight. His stomach had long since wondered if his throat was cut. But Jimmy wasn’t thinking about food. He was thinking that he may have to purchase some more custom-made items to be able to keep Mr. Chapman satisfied. He was actually enjoying this position in the trunk. It was an extreme one, one he hadn’t been in before.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

I had been working hard for several months. I wanted a weekend to relax and have some fun. Dore (Up Your Alley) was coming. My friend Strap-wizard (fetlife name) was also stressed out and was looking forward to some fun. He had reserved a large room at a motel, which was near to where Dore would be. He had contacted a friend who we had been chatting with on Recon (squirmman, takiem on fetlife) who was coming, as well as another friend (minddrive on recon and fetlife). Strap-wizard had some plans laid out. Little did I know what I was in for.

Strap-wizard and I arrived Friday at around 5 PM. Squirmman was coming later that evening, and minddrive was arriving the next evening. Dore would be on Sunday, but we were planning to have some fun before then. Friday, after arriving, strap-wizard wanted to check out the Mr. S store, which was four long blocks away (comparable in length to the long blocks in New York City between the avenues). He dressed up in his usual strap-restraint outfit, but I just wore my custom-made leather top and leather pants with no restraints. We got a couple of looks while we walked there, but nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn’t too much going on at Mr. S that night. The next day would be their big party.

Back at the motel room, squirmman arrived. It was the first time we had met. He brought quite a bit of rubber gear that he planned to wear that weekend. I didn’t bring much. There were two beds in the room. I brought the leather sleep sack I’d purchased a few months ago, which I’d never been restrained in. Squirmman spent the night restrained in strap-wizard’s deluxe Max Cita canvas sleep sack on one of the beds. I prefer a hard mattress, so I slept in my leather sleep sack on the floor. Strap-wizard put me inside.

The next morning, after cleaning up, we got dressed in gear to go visit the Mr. S store. Squirmman got into his rubber gear with his braided hair coming down the back. He has a policy of showing no skin when in gear, and he was completely covered. Strap-wizard added some heavy metal ankle restraints to him, which had a foot long chain between, with cuffs on his hands in the front with a leather belt connecting his elbows in the back.

I wore my leather pants and my Metalbondnyc T-shirt. Strap-wizard also put metal ankle restraints on me, which had a foot long chain between. I had my wrists cuffed in my Darby cuffs in the front. Normally I would have them in the back, but we would need to be able to reach keys. The topper I wore was the custom-made metal “psycho” hood. I’ve worn that before when passing out candy to kids on Halloween at Travis’ “hunting lodge for rich weirdos,” as well as at last year’s Dore. It’s always gotten a great response. It had belonged to Mark, the Serious Male Bondage webmaster, and he had given it to strap-wizard, who brought it with him for me to wear. The hood also had a chain attached, which had a leather grip at the end.

Strap-wizard wore his usual outfit, straps covering many areas: ankles, knees, elbows at the back, wrists in the front and neck, with other accoutrements. He has use of his hands, but is unable to move his arms from the sides of his body. He brought along his camera, which was mounted on a stick that he could hold in front of us while we walked, taking moving pictures of us. He also had a cord that connected himself and squirmman, with the grip at the end of the chain from my hood strung through the middle. We would be strung together as we walked to Mr. S.

Keep in mind, this was a normal Saturday in downtown San Francisco. People would be out and about who had nothing to do with the Dore event the next day, or with people dressed up for such an event. We would be walking along the sidewalk just like any others, except we would be in gear. I felt like I was one of that trio in the movie “Wizard of Oz.” I was curious to see what reactions there would be. We got a lot.

Leaving the motel, we didn’t encounter any of the maids. Down on the sidewalk, we began our trek. Clang, clang, clang, clang, the chains rattled on the concrete sidewalk with each step we took. The first people we encountered were some of the homeless who hung out near the Burger King. They just stared at us with open mouths without saying anything. Others walking by would look at us and turn to look ahead where they were going without any reaction. They probably just considered it normal for San Francisco.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, we had to wait for the traffic signal to change before crossing the street. The signal didn’t give that much time for us to cross, and with the short chain between our ankles, we had to immediately set out when the light changed. Squirmman had the hardest time making it across. His ankle restraints were the heaviest ones and his legs were shorter.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, we continued walking. In the next block we got some responses. Several of the pedestrians were amused and stared at us as we clanged by. At the next intersection, one of the cars turning at the light stopped, rolled down the passenger window, brought out a camera, and took our picture before driving on. We weren’t able to make that light, and since we needed to walk a block east to the street the Mr. S store was on, we chose to turn left. There weren’t any pedestrians on that street except one.

Getting closer to the street the Mr. S store was on, we encountered a guy who had a space hood on. I’d never seen one like that before. He was just standing there on the sidewalk. I don’t know whether he was waiting for someone or what. We exchanged pleasantries and continued our walk.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, crossing the streets, again in a hurried way, we started up the street on the side in which the Mr. S store was located. This time we encountered a lot of other guys who were either heading toward, or coming from, the destination we were seeking. None were dressed in gear. We got some looks from them, but no comments. I was thinking that these guys weren’t into gearing up like we were.

As we approached the store, there were a lot of guys out on the sidewalk in front. Getting to the entrance and looking inside, it was obvious that the place was packed. We walked inside, but it was very slow going, as well as difficult, since we were connected together. There must have been 100 people in the store. We walked around, slowly. At one point a guy asked me if it was okay if he took my picture. Giving him approval, he shot the picture, commenting that the hood was amazing.

Making our way finally around, passing a guy who was kneeling down, sucking off another’s cock, we paused outside at the sofa on the sidewalk which had been vacated. Squirmman’s ankle restraints were bothering him, particularly because he was having difficulty keeping up with us at the intersections. This was when having my hands cuffed in front of me was necessary. It took a combination of strap-wizard’s and my hands to be able to get the keys out of my front pocket to be able to free our hands to be able to get the ankle restraints off squirmman. Pocketing those, we put the other restraints back on and started our walk back to the motel. I was now the only one with a connecting chain, and I didn’t clang as much.

On the way back this time, we encountered one seemingly homeless guy who said “no, no more chains. I just got out of those.” He obviously wasn’t talking about being restrained for fun. I regretted bringing some bad memories back to him. And as we got closer to the motel we got some interesting reactions from some of the other homeless guys. One whom I’d encountered before got this bemused look on his face, and another asked, “what are you supposed to be?” I wasn’t sure how to answer him, because I didn’t know what we were supposed to be.

Later that evening minddrive arrived. He brought his favorite deluxe Mr. S leather straitjacket, as well as a few hoods. He wasn’t in the mood for any dressing in gear that evening, but strap-wizard wanted us to get dressed up again and take a trip on either BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) or MUNI (San Francisco Municipal Railway) that night, at least for a couple of stops. Minddrive went along as the photographer.

Squirmman was dressed again in his rubber gear, wrists restrained as before, but ankles not, since they were bothering him. He wore one of strap-wizard’s airplane pilot’s helmets. Strap-wizard was restrained as before, also wearing one of his airplane pilot’s helmets. With minddrive’s permission, I wore his straitjacket, along with a covering over my mouth and nose, but which I could breathe through. Strap-wizard put me into the heavy metal ankle restraints and foot-long chain that squirmman had on earlier. We were off again.

This time when we got down to street level from our motel room, the first person we encountered was a homeless lady trying to sell a leather chest harness for $10. It seemed to be well made and was well worth the price. Squirmman wanted to buy it, but none of the three of us had access to any money, restrained as we were. So off we went the two long blocks to the stairs leading down underground to the transit stations. The underground MUNI was out of order that weekend, so we decided to take BART.

On the way the first reaction we got was someone who said, “you guys look ridiculous.” The next one a short time later was, “wow, you guys look fantastic.” From one extreme to the other.

It was at night, and the stairs were on Market Street. There were a lot of people out walking on Market. But we got virtually no reaction from them. With the ankle restraints, I had to be very careful walking down the stairs to the underground stations. Both strap-wizard and I could only put one foot down on a stair, followed by the other foot on the same stair. With all the steps to go down it took some time. Fortunately I didn’t make a misstep.

Down at the station level, I had a “clipper-card” which the turnstiles accepted. Minddrive also had one. But we had to purchase tickets for the other two, since the clipper-cards would only accept one person boarding at a time. Minddrive, the only one of us who could use his hands, was used to the machines, since he used BART to get to work from the suburbs, and we decided to get two tickets to go two stops, leave the system, re-enter it, and return. This was cheaper than going two stops, crossing to return without leaving the system, and leaving at the same place we entered at.

With the tickets, minddrive was the first to go through with his clipper-card. He reached over to insert mine so I could go through. The other two put their tickets in to enter. Then came the next challenge. MUNI was on this level, but BART was further down. We went down on the escalator. This meant timing my foot placement on the step and bringing the other foot up, not as easy as it sounds when you’ve got those ankle restraints on with the connecting chain and have no use of hands. I wobbled a bit with my balance, but was able to make it okay. I wished I could have put my hand on the hand rail for support, but being in that straitjacket, I couldn’t. I was able to time my exit off the escalator.

Down at the level for the trains, as a BART rider of many years, I chose a place to stand where I figured there would be vacant seats at that time of night. When the train arrived, I was rewarded by finding three vacant seats just inside the doors. We three sat down in adjacent seats with minddrive across from us with the camera. He took a few pictures of us.

My next challenge was trying to figure out how I would be able to get up from the seat when we arrived at our destination to depart. I was used to standing and grabbing a strap close to time to leave the car, since there isn’t normally much time to leave, but being in that straitjacket with feet restrained, that wouldn’t be possible. When we got near time to stop at our destination, strap-wizard got up and helped me up.

Minddrive went off first to get pictures of us departing the train. That part went well. At this station there was a short staircase up to the turnstiles. Stairs I could handle much easier than the escalator, though it took a little extra time doing one step at a time. And at the exit turnstiles, we took our turns like before. Outside, we needed to come back in. At one point the station agent asked if we needed any assistance, but minddrive just replied that we were doing a photo shoot. He did take pictures of us leaving and reentering.

Back down waiting for the next train to arrive, there was one other person waiting to board at that particular spot. I noticed minddrive take a position to photo us entering the train, so I told the other guy that we were going to be photo’d. He immediately went to another spot to enter the train. I found it interesting that everyone just seemed to treat me as a normal person, geared up as I was.

Back on the train for the return was a repeat of the trip out. When we got off, there were more people at the station heading for the escalator. We waited for the others to go first. No one said anything about the gear we were wearing. I didn’t have any difficulty getting on, but this time I had a little difficulty getting off, timing putting my right foot on the fixed floor after getting it off the moving one, followed by my left one, without the use of the handrail. I was glad that I didn’t fall down from that difficulty.

Back at the turnstiles meant a repeat of the one-at-a-time exiting. After we’d gotten out and were looking for the exit, I heard one guy tell his friend “that’s Hannibal’s brother.” It was obviously a reference to Hannibal Lecter of the movie “Silence of the Lambs,” and had to be about the mouth covering I was wearing, as well as the straitjacket.

On the way down the corridor to the stairs up, we passed some more homeless people. They had apparently been having a disagreement, and were not pleased to see us dressed as we were. It didn’t help their frame of mind.

Back up on the street, slowly taking the stairs one at a time, we walked the two long blocks to the motel. It was pretty dark by then, and we didn’t get any comments. I’m not sure people noticed us. We were hoping to see the lady with the chest harness, but she had moved on. In the room, I was glad to get those heavy metal ankle restraints off. Even though they were locked over my leather pants, both my ankles had developed blisters. I could understand why squirmman wanted them taken off at the Mr. S store earlier. That night, squirmman slept in strap-wizard’s MaxCita sleep sack on one side of the bed, while minddrive slept on the other. I slept again on the floor in my leather sleep sack.

The next morning meant getting ready for Dore. Strap-wizard had brought along a couple of what he calls “pony carts.” These are former wheel chairs that have been modified with long handles for someone to pull. He and squirmman had parked their vans at the motel, whereas I had found parking Friday night a couple of blocks from the entrance to the Dore event. They both packed their cars with their gear, and squirmman took my gear in his van, drove to my van for me to transfer it, and drove over to where strap-wizard had parked his van. I was under a severe time constraint, having to drive to the east coast immediately after we’d finished our pony cart scene, and needed to be ready to leave quickly.

Squirmman dressed normally and brought his gear to change in one of the many temporary changing units at the event. He had earlier told me that this was his 25th straight Dore he’d attended. He dressed again in his rubber gear. He was to be a passenger in the cart pulled by strap-wizard.

I dressed in my leather pants and wore my Serious Bondage T-shirt. Strap-wizard had a harness for me to wear. And, of course, I had on the metal “psycho” hood that I’d worn the previous year. I would be pulling minddrive. I helped him get into his leather Mr. S straitjacket. He also had a purple kerchief around his neck, and a puppy hood. He was known locally for all three pieces of gear. Strap-wizard got me restrained to the cart.

Strap-wizard wore his usual strap gear. He also had a modified head harness and his leather collar with extra-long external spikes.

I was set up first and had to wait for strap-wizard to get squirmman restrained to the cart, then get into his gear, then get his gear connected to the cart. While I was waiting a couple of friends came by. These were mummyed (fetlife) and count_on_mike (fetlife). Count_on_mike had to come up to introduce himself because he was completely covered in an outfit that made him unrecognizable. Count_on_mike has hosted some sleepsack parties, which strap-wizard and I have attended.

Also while I was waiting for strap-wizard to get everything ready to go, a few photographers came by to get pictures. One of them I recognized from last year. He said that of all the pictures he took last year that he showed people, the one of my hood got the most comments. He said the comments ranged from “that is an amazing hood” to “why would anyone wear that?”

Another guy, luvrestraints (fetlife), joined us. He would be the cameraman. He was someone I hadn’t met before.

Finally I heard strap-wizard say “I’m finally ready.” Hearing that, I started walking, picking up the handles of the cart and walking it around the several streets that the Dore event was in. As usual, there were a number of booths strung out along the route. And, as usual, there were lots of people there with cameras taking our picture. With that hood on, I couldn’t look back to see where strap-wizard was, but I wanted to see what was going on, so I just looked forward.

The morning had started out overcast with the usual morning fog, but it had cleared, and the day was starting to get hot. We kept to the shade when we were getting geared up, but the route starting out was in the sun. After going as far as I could on the north side, I circled back on the south side in the shade for the return trip. People were continuing to come in, so it was starting to get to be difficult to walk, carrying the cart. But I finally got back to the starting point, only to find that strap-wizard hadn’t left yet.

He told me that just because he was ready, having gotten all the gear set up, didn’t mean he was ready to leave. He still needed to instruct the other guy how to use the cameras and which pictures he wanted taken. I had misunderstood him. Oh, well, there was still time to take another walk around. However, strap-wizard had sent the guy with the cameras out to find us, so we had to wait for his return.

When he got back, we set out again, this time with strap-wizard leading the way. He didn’t go all the way to the end like I did, but cut back about halfway, although the cameraman went on like I’d done the first time. So we found a vacant space and waited for his return. This provided a photo opportunity. Suddenly a bunch of guys with cameras showed up in front of us taking our picture while we were standing there. One guy’s comment amused me. He said, “You gay guys are so creative!” This was all strap-wizard’s doing, and he is straight.

Our cameraman returned, got some pictures, and we went back in the shade, slowly, due to the ever-growing crowd of people, to where we started. It was time for me to get out of my gear and get going. I was glad to finally get the hood off, since it isn’t the easiest to wear, not conforming perfectly to my head. But I was happy to have worn it at another Dore. I said my good-byes to the others, and scurried to my car to change back to my business mode. I drove 100 miles back to my shop, loaded up my car, drove another 550 miles until midnight that night before stopping at a motel, thinking all the time about the most unusual weekend I’d had. I won’t quickly forget this one.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story and for the original pictures above!

By Mister-X/Spartan

The alarm went off. It was set to only last 2 seconds before turning off and not coming on again, but it was enough to awaken Don. He stretched and turned over to his side of the bed. His partner, Jake, was on the other side. Don knew that Jake was awake and waited for Don to get up. Jake enjoyed watching Don try to get his morning duties done.

Don brought his cuffed ankles up and pushed against the covers. He was able to get his legs outside the bed. He turned his body to the left, and with his hands cuffed behind his back, was able to reach the top of the covers and throw them down onto the rest of the bed covers. Without the covers hindering most of his body, he was able to bend his legs, and by supporting the edge of the bed with his cuffed hands and by bending his knees, was able to get upright. He started walking over to the bathroom, able to do so because of the chain between his cuffed ankles, though having to take small steps due to the short length of the chain. Don knew that Jake would be watching with a smile on his face.

Once in the bathroom, Don stood with his back to the toilet and reached down with his cuffed hands to pull the seat down. Jake always left it up after they’d used it in order to add one more little difficulty for Don to take care of in the morning. Seat down, Don turned around and sat down. He was able to pee into the basin. His cock was in chastity, and was pointed down, so it didn’t take much to aim it properly. Don was always ready to shit the first thing after getting up, and he emptied out the back. He wasn’t able to clean himself off, but that would happen later. Finished emptying, Don got up and walked around so that his hands were positioned above the handle. He pulled it to flush the toilet.

The next chore was to get into the shower. He was naked except for the cuffs on his hands, the metal chastity, the metal collar that was locked around his neck, and the leather penis gag which was strapped on and connected at the back to his high collar, preventing him from lowering his head. Once inside, he backed up to the side, pulling the curtains closed to prevent much water from escaping the shower. He next backed up to the handles on the shower, bent over, and started raising his arms up high enough to reach the handles. He turned them the amount he’d learned to do in order to have the temperature be just right. He wouldn’t be able to wash himself off with soap, except for his asshole, which was reachable with his hands. The problem was reaching the bar of soap, which Jake always kept up high in the soap tray. Don was able to get his body washed off as best he could. He kept the soaping of his asshole to the end. He bent forward and brought his hands up high, finally reaching the bar of soap. He had to be careful not to let it slip out, since it was slippery when wet. This time he was able to keep it in his hands as he wiped himself off.

Don backed up to the handles and turned them off. He backed up to the curtains and pulled them back. He knew that Jake would be waiting with the towel to dry him off. He also knew that Jake would have enjoyed watching Don. After Don was dry, Jake clipped a chain to the front of Don’s collar and pulled him out by it. He took him to the kitchen and sat him down in his chair. After strapping Don’s legs tightly to the chair, then his stomach and chest, he locked the back of Don’s collar to the ring in the chair. Only after making sure that Don was attached to the chair did Jake finally remove Don’s handcuffs and gag so he could eat. But to make it more entertaining, he blindfolded Don, locking the blindfold in the back so he couldn’t remove it. Don would have to feel where everything was before eating.

Jake had started getting breakfast ready before he went into the shower to dry Don. So it was soon ready after Don was restrained to the chair. Jake set the food in front of both of them and sat down. He always put things in a different place than the previous. He enjoyed Don’s struggles to find the food and to eat while blindfolded. Sometimes Don would knock things over, but Jake didn’t mind. He found it to be enjoyable entertainment.

Only after breakfast was finished by the two did Jake finally release Don from all the restraints, including the chastity. Don needed to get dressed to go to work. He had a white collar job, and dressed conservatively in a suit and tie. Don enjoyed dressing up, so he didn’t mind this at all. He liked wearing tight-fitting clothes that accentuated his fit body, and some of his co-workers enjoyed seeing him dressed that way.

After he was dressed, Jake had also gotten dressed in his casuals. It was up to Jake to drive Don to work. The two went into the garage to get into their car. Don was back to having his hands and ankles cuffed for the ride to work, hands again behind his back. They both enjoyed this. Sometimes they would get funny looks from other drivers, wondering if Don’s arms really were restrained behind him, but it was only curious looks.

Arriving at their destination, Jake un-cuffed Don so he could go in to work. They kissed before parting. Don’s co-workers didn’t know about this side of him, and Jake always parked a block away so no-one could see how Don was restrained or that he had a gay partner. Once inside, Don went to his desk and started his work, remembering where he’d left off the previous work day, resuming what he was doing when the workday had ended. He was usually early, and greeted others when they arrived. He was popular, always upbeat and friendly.

The only problem he had was that he was always well-dressed. That rubbed some of his co-workers the wrong way, since they liked to be casually dressed, particularly on Fridays. There was always gossip about him. Some of his co-workers thought he was ex-military, always with erect posture and dressed well. In fact, it was Jake who was ex-military, and required Don to be that way. Don was happy to comply. After all, he was in love with Jake. They enjoyed each other’s company.

But this day was going to be an important one for them both. After the work day there was a get-together for all the employees and their families. After discussing it, they decided the time had come for Don to bring Jake along as his partner and introduce everyone. Don had pretty much established himself at the company, and with gay couples becoming more acceptable in today’s society, they figured it wouldn’t cause too much of a stir like it would have several years earlier when they first met and started living together.

Don was a little nervous when talking with his co-workers about the upcoming party. They were bringing their husbands or wives, and some with their kids. No one asked Don, and he didn’t volunteer. He figured that they could find out at the party. He was starting to have second thoughts about whether he wanted to do this. But the two of them had decided, so there was no backing out now.

Work ended at 5:00, and the party was to start at 6:00 in the company cafeteria. It was just their section from work, so there wouldn’t be too many people coming. Don and Jake had wondered what to do about the intervening hour, since Jake had to come there to pick Don up. They decided to spend it getting some shopping done. Jake would have plenty of time during the day for shopping, since he didn’t work, relying on Don’s income. But Don wouldn’t have time to shop. He needed some clothes, so they spent the time getting those. This would always be difficult, since the clothing store employees would always get clothes that were comfortably loose, and Don wanted them tight-fitting. Finally it was almost 6:00.

Arriving at the party, Don entered with Jake. Immediately there were employees wanting to introduce their husband or wife to Don, and wanting to meet the person he brought. There was often an uncomfortable pause after Don would introduce Jake as his partner. But some of the employees, especially the younger single males, immediately accepted Jake and their relationship. And there were some spouses that couldn’t resist the opportunity to kid their other half. A couple of husbands responded, usually with a smile, with something like “Don, my wife has had a crush on you for years. I’m glad to finally meet you and your partner.” The wife would usually get embarrassed when that was said.

Some of the young single guys started up a conversation with the two, wanting to know more details of their relationship. Leonard was the more inquisitive and forward with his questions.

“Do you two sleep together at night?”

“Yes.”

“Jake, do you keep Don restrained at night?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“From when he gets home and out of his work clothes until he gets dressed in the morning to come to work.”

“Wow. That’s a long time. Are his hands cuffed behind his back?”

“Of course. Always.”

“How is he able to function? I mean, he’s got to go to the bathroom, right?”

Don was getting amused by this. “My ankles are cuffed when I’m in bed, a short chain between. My hands are cuffed behind my back when I’m in bed. When the alarm goes off, I get up, knock the covers off with my legs, and go to the bathroom. I turn around with my back to the seat and pull it down. Then I sit down and empty out. I get up and back up to the handle and pull it. Then I get into the shower, pull the curtains closed, turn the handle to the right temperature, and let the water wash me off. I then get the soap bar in my hands and clean my ass. After I’m finished I turn off the handles, pull the curtains back, and Jake is there to dry me off. It’s what I do every morning. There’s no problem. You probably do the same thing, only you have your hands available to do so, while mine are behind my back. That’s the only difference.”

“I’m going to have to try that sometime to see how easy it is to do.”

“It’s not that easy at the beginning, but I’m used to it, so it’s easy for me to do now.”

“Do you ever, uh, miss the toilet bowl when you piss?”

A couple of the other co-workers started laughing at this question. “My cock is in chastity and pointed down, so I have no trouble aiming it properly.”

“Your cock is kept in chastity? How often?”

“All the time. It’s only let out when Jake wants it to be, usually at the end of the weekend.”

“So it’s in chastity when you’re here at work?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do on weekends?”

“Jake has me doing exercises and military drills. He wants my body to always be hard. That’s fine with me.”

“Are you kept in restraints during that time?”

“It depends. Some exercises can’t be done when restrained. The restraints depend on what is being done.”

“Can I come by sometime and watch? I’d like to see what this looks like.”

“That would be fine with me, but it’s Jake’s call. What do you think?”

Jake had been letting Don do the talking after they got going. He was wondering where this was heading. “I suppose it would be okay.”

“Would this weekend work?”

“We have nothing special going on.”

“How do I find out?”

“How about if I call you when we’re about ready to get started. I’ll give you directions. But if you’re coming, you’ll have to join in as well. I won’t restrain you. It’ll be interesting to see if you can keep up with Don.”

“I probably can’t, but I’m willing to try. How about the rest of you guys? Anyone else interested?”

Aaron said “I’d like to watch this, too. How about you, Jerry?”

“I’ve got something else going this weekend, so I’ll pass. But I wonder what Don wears when he’s doing his exercises and drills. I’ve only seen him in a suit. Is that what he wears?”

Jake laughed. “No, he has a full rubber cat suit that he wears. It has a built-in gag and has two little pinholes at the nostrils with the eyes covered. It’s tight-fitting. If either of you are interested, we’ve got some spares that you can wear as well while you’re doing the exercises and drills.”

“I’ll pass on that. How about you, Aaron?”

“Uh, I’ll pass as well until I find out what all is involved.”

“Is Don’s cock kept in chastity while exercising and drilling?”

“Of course. Plus, he’s got a plug up his ass. Would you two want that as well?”

Leonard immediately said “No way.”

Aaron added “I’ll pass on that as well.”

Jake said “I should add, we don’t break for lunch or to have anything to drink. We go straight from 8 in the morning to 5 at night.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No I’m not kidding. It’s grueling. Have you ever been in the military?”

“No. Just ROTC in college.”

“I was in the Marines. Some of those drills go longer than 9 hours. That keeps guys fit. I want to make sure that Don keeps fit. Let’s see how fit you two are.”

“It sounds like that is the extent of your relationship. Don’t you ever, you know, make love?”

“Of course. What do you think happens after we go home at night, or after we finished exercises and drills on the weekend?”

“Do you work as well, Jake?”

“No. I’ve got retirement pay from the military. That plus Don’s income is sufficient.”

“Were you a drill sergeant in the Marines?”

“How did you guess?”

“So you get that part of your personality satisfied with drilling Don, then.”

“Yup.”

“Do you get up next to his ear and yell at him if he doesn’t do something right?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll be doing that to us if we don’t do something right?”

“Of course.”

“I’m having second thoughts about coming, then.”

“Aw, what’s wrong. Can’t take a little criticism?”

“It isn’t that. I figure that my nerves couldn’t handle being yelled at.”

“I’ll try not to yell too loudly at you, then.”

“Thank you. That would help.”

“That’s ‘thank you, sir’.”

“Oops. Of course. Thank you, sir.”

“But you’ll have to yell it this weekend. Here you don’t have to.”

On the drive back home that evening, Don cuffed as usual, but not gagged, the two were discussing the evening. Don said “you shouldn’t have led those two guys on like that. I doubt that they will come now.”

“Aw, I was just having some fun with them.”

“Now they’ll think I’m some kind of fabulous athlete or something.”

“Well, you are fabulous.”

“Thank you, but that wasn’t what I meant. Nine hours straight of constant exercise and drills for two straight days? You’ve never put me through that.”

“If they do show up, I’ll have to keep it up until they drop out. I hope you can do that much, at least.”

“I’m sure I can do that much.”

They didn’t discuss any more, each lost in their own thoughts. When they got home, Jake let Don out of his cuffs so he could get naked. Back on went the chastity, back on went the collar, back on went the restraints, and back in went the gag, locked to the collar. When Don had everything on that was required, cuffs in front of him this time, Jake gave him a big hug and a long kiss on the outside of his gag.

“You’re a pretty special guy, you know.” Don just went ‘mmpphh’ into his gag.

Jake took Don into the play room and attached his handcuffs to the hanging chain, locked his ankles together and locked that to an embedded ring in the floor. He got a strap and put it around Don’s legs, pulling them together before buckling the strap. He pushed the button and Don’s hands started rising. When they were high up over his head, Jake pushed the button to stop it from rising further. He got his leather belt out and tested it. When he was ready he started in on Don’s ass. It was part of their nightly ritual. After Don’s ass was sufficiently red, Jake started in on Don’s stomach. Jake didn’t hit him too hard at first, but started hitting him harder after a while. Don would swing back with each swing at the end. Finally Jake was satisfied that Don’s stomach was sufficiently red.

After the beatings Jake hugged Don tightly and kissed him again on the front of his gag. He finally said “I love you, Don.” Don couldn’t respond, due to his gag, but cuddled up close to Jake. They hugged for a while before Jake went into the kitchen to get dinner ready. He kept Don stretched with his arms up high. He took a look and pushed the button to pull Don’s wrists up a short distance further. With his ankles cuffed to the floor he was stretched tight.

After Jake got dinner started cooking, he came back to the play room and started running a metal roller over the red spots on Don. The latter started making sounds into his gag. Jake kept track of the time while he was doing this, and left to check on dinner. When he returned he had the blindfold with him. He pushed the button to lower Don down. He unhooked the wrist cuffs from the hoist chain and ankle cuffs from the embedded ring and locked the blindfold on. He attached the chain to the front of Don’s collar and pulled him into the dining room. Soon he was attached to the chair as he’d been that morning and his hands and mouth were free. Once again Don was blindly searching for the food.

After they’d finished dinner and the dishes were done, Jake came back to Don. He first cuffed Don’s wrists behind his back. Then he started kissing Don on his lips, since the gag was out. He also was lightly rubbing his fingers over Don’s tits while he was kissing him. Then he grabbed Don’s tits, pinched them, and started twisting them as he was pulling them out, all the while kissing him. Don was starting to react, but he had Jake kissing his mouth. Finally Jake left the room. He returned with the leather hood which had only two tiny pinholes at the nostrils accessing the outside. He first put the gag back on, locking it to the collar, before putting the hood on, pulling the strings tight and buckling the neck strap.

Jake then left and returned with one of their sets of tit clamps. He again started lightly running his fingers over the tips of Don’s nipples. He knew that Don went crazy when this was done. Then he pulled out the nipples and clamped them. Don immediately reacted to that. Jake released Don from the chair and pulled him into the living room. He got out their favorite bondage porn flick and put it on the VCR. Both of them knew it by heart. He started it up.

Jake took off his pants and sat down on the floor with Don laid out in front of him. He cuddled Don’s head while he watched the VCR. He was naked and his cock was starting to get erect as he watched the familiar scene. Don could feel Jake’s cock starting to poke him in the ass. He knew what was coming. He tried positioning his ass so that it could take Jake’s cock. Soon Jake put his forearm around Don’s throat and pulled him back so that he was lying on top of Jake. Jake started thrusting his erect cock into Don’s ass. Don was having difficulty breathing through those tiny pinholes and with Jake’s arm around his throat, but this was turning him on. It was also turning Jake on.

Finally Jake erupted at the same time as the guy on the video did. Jake’s sounds were identical to the ones made by the guy on the video. He finally relaxed his arm and brought it down to Don’s clamped nipples. He put his arms around Don and held him close as he watched the end of the video. The video ended, but he still had hold of Don. He laid his head next to Don’s. They lay there long after the video ended.

Finally he got up and pulled Don to his feet. He pulled Don into the bedroom. He pulled the covers back on Don’s side and helped him get in, putting the covers back on him. After going into the bathroom to pull the lid up, he went to the other side of the bed and got in, putting the covers back over them. He reached over and grabbed Don. He hugged him some more. He finally undid the neck strap of the hood, loosened the strings, and pulled it off. He also unlocked and removed the blindfold and tit clamps. He kissed Don on the outside of his gag. “I love you.”

With that they both fell asleep, Jake holding Don. Another day in the life of Don Stewart was over.

The End

Thanks to Mister-X/Spartan for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

That night Spence could see that his roommate Brad had something on his mind that he wanted to tell him. He decided to wait for Brad to bring up the subject. Finally Brad spoke.

“Roomie, I’m going to need your help for a class I’m taking.”

“What help do you need?”

“It’s from my class to help rehabilitate people who have lost their arms. The teacher wanted one of us to volunteer to go through a week of not having use of their arms and report back to the class about the experience.”

“And you volunteered for that?”

“Well, not exactly. When the teacher asked for volunteers, no one did. Then he said that the person would need the help of a roommate, and he asked whether any of us had a roommate. I stuck up my hand. I was the only one in the class who did. That’s how I got the assignment.”

Spence was thinking about having his roommate without the use of his arms. The more he thought about it, the more he was enjoying the thought. Spence was the more dominant of the two, but that had not yet progressed into them having a relationship. He had wanted to have one with Brad, who was obviously a physical hunk and seemed not to be attracted to women. But he hadn’t figured out how to broach the subject. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. He smiled and said, “Sure, I’d be more than willing to help you out.”

Brad visibly brightened. “You would? That’s great! I’ll give my teacher the good news at class tomorrow.” Spence spent the next couple of hours thinking about how he was going to go about this. It was a couple of weeks before Brad was to begin his assignment. By that time Spence was ready.

Brad was to start the following Monday without the use of his arms. But Friday night Spence said “I’ve gotten things ready for you. I’d like to try this out now to see if I’ve forgotten anything, and to see how you like it.”

Brad had been reluctant to get started. He was not looking forward to a week without use of his arms. He also wondered how Spence was going to go about it. “How do you plan to do this? Are you going to just tie my hands together behind my back? I can’t exactly go around in public like that.”

“I know. I’ve given it some thought, and have come up with a way that should work. To show you what I have in mind it’ll be easiest if I just put you in everything now. So strip and stand there and I’ll start getting you prepared.”

This was happening faster than Brad had wanted, but he knew he had to get this done before Monday. So he obeyed and was soon standing there in just his briefs. First Spence got a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Brad’s wrists together behind his back. Then he brought out leather arm binders and started putting those over Brad’s arms. It took some time to pull the strings together. Soon they were on and secured, the straps at the top going over Brad’s shoulders and coming back under his arm pits to prevent him from removing them. That’s when Spence started tightening the strings. Brad was noticing that his arms were starting to get painfully close together. He finally said something about it. “Hey, surely you don’t have to bring my arms this tightly together. C’mon, Spence. This is starting to hurt.”

Spence stopped and said “your cock seems to like it.” Brad looked down to see his cock sticking up erect, pushing his briefs out noticeably. He turned three shades of red, but didn’t say anything, being too embarrassed to comment.

Finally Spence was finished. He went over to pick up the next item. It was a leather top which closed with straps in the back, similar to the way a strait jacket would do, but with no arms. As he was bringing this over to put on Brad, Spence said “this is the only thing I could find that didn’t have arms. I figured you wouldn’t want to have empty sleeves hanging down.”

When Brad saw that it was leather, he said “I can’t go out in public wearing leather. I’d be too embarrassed.”

“C’mon, Brad. Lots of guys wear leather clothes nowadays. You wouldn’t be any different than those guys, except that you wouldn’t have use of your arms.”

Brad started thinking about seeing guys wearing leather clothes. He’d always secretly wanted to try that, but had never gotten up the gumption to do so. He figured that this assignment would provide the opportunity. He just remained silent in his thoughts. Spence continued “let me get you dressed and then look in the mirror to see how you look. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to get started tonight, in case you want a change.”

“Okay.”

Spence got the front of the leather top loosely over Brad and pulled the middle strap around to get it secured. Then he started pulling the straps closed. He had pulled them loosely at first before buckling them to make sure that everything was in place. It had a stand-up collar which went around Brad’s neck. Brad reacted a bit when that was strapped and buckled, since it forced his head up. It also had a strap which went under Brad’s crotch before being buckled in the back, and he reacted to this as well.

Then Spence went to tighten each strap as tight as he could get them. When they were getting noticeably tight, Brad said “hey, what are you doing?”

“I notice that you like your clothes to be skin-tight, so I figured you’d like this one that way, too. Besides, you look better if this is skin-tight.”

Brad knew that he did like his clothes to be skin-tight over his muscles, and since Spence said that he looked better that way, he accepted this and looked forward to seeing himself in the mirror. It was when his collar was pulled skin-tight, and when the crotch strap was pulled skin-tight, that he was starting to have second thoughts. But he decided to wait and see.

After Brad was covered tightly in the leather top, Spence got Brad’s tight jeans and helped Brad to sit down so he could get them on. The leather top had gone down far enough to cover Brad’s hands, and when the jeans were brought up, after Spence helped Brad to stand back up, Spence tightened the belt which covered Brad’s hands as well. Finally Spence got a used suit coat that he’d found which had the arm holes sewed over, probably one that some double amputee had worn, and put that on, buttoning the front buttons to make sure that it stayed. He also helped Brad get into his boots again.

Spence led Brad over to the mirror for him to see what he looked like. He had another mirror as well to show Brad the back. It was the first time Brad had worn leather, and he liked the look it gave him. He looked more macho than usual. The high stand-up collar forced him to have good posture, and seemed to make him look like he was wearing some kind of uniform, something else he’d always fantasized about. When Spence showed him his back, the loose coat hid any sign of his hands being cuffed, or the leather straps. He smiled and said “you done good, roomie. It’ll be a shock to the others in my classes to see me like this, but I think I’m going to like the change. But I won’t be able to take notes in any of my classes.”

“I’ll go to class with you and take notes for you.”

“Now let’s get this stuff off so we can get some dinner.”

“Now that you’re in this, you’ll need to get used to wearing it. It stays on. I’ll go with you to feed you.”

“Aw, c’mon, roomie. I want out of this.”

“One of the lessons you’ll soon learn is that, without arms, you don’t make the decisions. The one who is helping you makes the decisions, and I say you’re staying in this. You can get out of this if you want, but I’m not going to help you do so.”

Brad had to stop and think. He was already starting to learn about the difficulties someone without arms would have. He finally let out a deep sigh and said “you’re a mean, sadistic bastard.”

“You got that right.”

Spence’s response surprised Brad. He was starting to learn things about his roommate he didn’t know. Spence quickly followed this comment with “it’s called tough love. You know what is right for a person, and you have to enforce it on them even though they don’t want it. Now let’s go get some dinner.”

As they were walking down the hallway and to the elevator, a few of the other guys in the dormitory looked with surprise at Brad. A couple of them reacted with comments, but most just said nothing. The same was true in the cafeteria. Spence sat Brad down at a table and went to get food for the pair. One or two of Brad’s friends came up and asked what was going on, and he replied “it’s a class assignment. I’ve got to go for a week without use of my arms. Spence is helping me get started.”

Spence had to not only feed himself, but feed Brad as well. He also didn’t know what food Brad would like, and made a couple of wrong choices. He decided that the next time it would be better if Brad joined him in the line and said what he wanted. Spence was also having to learn. He figured he would also write a report at the end of this assignment for Brad to add to his.

When they finished dinner, Spence asked “what do you want to do tonight?” They usually joined the card game at the front room of the dorm floor after finishing their homework.

Brad thought a bit, and said “might as well do the usual. But you’re going to have to help me with my homework, so there might not be any time for cards.”

Brad was right. It took longer to do their homework, and by the time Spence had finished helping Brad, they were both ready for bed. That produced the next challenge. Brad always took a leak before turning in. Spence knew this, and asked Brad if he needed to do the usual. Brad did, but was reluctant to have another guy touching his penis. Bur he realized that this was going to have to be done. The pair went down to the communal restroom, went into a stall instead of using the communal urinals, and Spence helped Brad get rid of his accumulated piss.

Back at the room meant removing Brad’s coat, boots, pants and leather top. Brad let out a deep sigh when the leather top was removed. Spence smiled when he noticed the marks on Brad that the leather top had made. Brad was left in just his briefs, cuffs and arm binders. When Spence looked like he was going to put Brad into bed like that, Brad said “c’mon, roomie. Take these things off, too. I need to get some sleep.”

“You’re going to have to get used to that as well.”

“I can understand the cuffs, but this other stuff is too restrictive. They can come off.”

“You’re supposed to not have use of your arms, not your wrists. Those are needed to achieve that.”

“At least you can loosen them.”

“You forget. I make the decisions, and I say they stay on like they are.”

“God damn it! These things are bugging me! Take them off!”

“I’m getting tired of your lip.” Spence walked over to his closet and came back with a leather head harness.

When Brad saw that he started getting worried. “What’s that thing?”

“Something to keep you quiet. I don’t want to hear you complaining all night.” The mouth covering had a built in gag, and soon Brad had it tightly covering his mouth. Spence wasn’t too gentle in putting it on. Spence had tightened the sheets in Brad’s bed on the other side, and when he helped Brad lie down on his back, lying on his arms, he pulled the sheets tight and tucked them in.

“I don’t want to hear you tossing and turning in bed, either. I don’t want to wake up to the noise you’re making. If that happens, I’m going to tie you into the bed. Understand?”

There was a muffled response. Spence noticed that there was a noticeable bulge that had appeared above Brad’s cock. He went to bed with a big smile. Things were working out perfectly, as far as he was concerned.

The next morning Spence quietly got out of bed and looked at Brad. Brad was asleep, lying on his side. Spence figured that he’d let him sleep, so he quietly took care of his morning ablutions. At the communal bathroom Jeff said “what was that about with Brad?”

“He has a class assignment to go a week without use of his arms.”

“Wow. What a perfect opportunity for you. How is Brad taking being restrained?”

“His cock is loving it, but Brad isn’t. Give him time. He’ll start to realize that he likes it.”

“You lucky bastard.” Jeff had roomed with Spence the term before, but wasn’t into being restrained, despite Spence’s attempts to try it to get him interested.

Spence got some extra rolls to bring up to Brad in case he’d awakened, since the cafeteria would be closed. But Spence found Brad still fast asleep. Spence had a couple of items he wanted to purchase, so he left Brad in bed and drove into town to buy them. When he came back, Brad was awake.

“Morning, roomie. Ready to get dressed again?”

Brad shook his head back and forth. Spence expected this. “That head harness isn’t coming off until you get dressed. So which one is it to be?”

Brad thought a minute. Finally Spence asked again “ready to get dressed again?”

This time Brad nodded his head up and down. After Brad was tightly ensconced in his leather top, jeans and boots back on, Spence stepped back and took a look. He frowned. “There is one problem that you’re going to have.” He brought the hand mirror over to show Brad. “You’ve got a big bulge in front of your cock. People are going to notice that.” Brad looked down and got embarrassed again.

“It looks like I’m going to have to take care of getting you off in the morning.” He looked up at Brad, who still had the head harness on, and Brad nodded his head up and down. Down to the communal bathroom they went, and into one of the stalls. Brad had forgotten that he still had the head harness on. Spence hadn’t forgotten.

When Spence had lowered Brad’s jeans and briefs, Brad’s erect cock leapt out. Spence had Brad lean over the bowl, and Spence started stroking it. Soon Brad erupted. Brad would always shout when he erupted, something that Spence had noticed early on in their rooming. Even with the gag in place, the shout was noticeable to anyone else in the room.

After Brad was finished, Spence went to a wash basin and got a wet towel to bring back. Others in the room were curious what was going on. After Spence had finished cleaning Brad, he raised Brad’s briefs and jeans back up and buckled the belt. When the pair emerged from the stall there were several guys gathered around. At the sight of Brad in his get-up with the head harness still in place, several of them got smiles on their faces. Brad again started getting embarrassed. Spence just calmly walked on, escorting Brad. Spence had a smile on his face.

When they got to their room, Spence finally unbuckled and removed the head harness. Immediately Brad started complaining. “Jesus, roomie! I was so embarrassed by that. Why did you leave that thing on my head when you took me down there?”

“Because you let out a loud shout when you erupt. Obviously that gag wasn’t effective enough to keep you quiet.”

“But you didn’t have to make a spectacle of me wearing that. You could have taken it off in the room and carried it down there and put it on there.”

“Oh, for, … that does it. The gag goes back on.”

“No, no. I’ll be quiet.” But it was too late. Spence got the head harness, and it was soon back on.

“I’ve got to take care of a few errands. I don’t want you wandering around. Plus I’m going to lock the door to keep prying eyes out.” Soon Brad was tied to one of their chairs. He was ‘mmpphh-ing’ into his gag, but it didn’t do any good. Spence left and locked the door.

When Spence returned, Brad was slumped over asleep. It was lunch time. Spence started untying Brad from the chair, and this woke Brad up. When he was untied, Spence said “I’m going down to the cafeteria to get some lunch. You’re welcome to come, too, but that will mean removing that head harness. But if you start to complain, you’re coming back up here, head harness back in, and tied to the chair again. Is that clear?”

Brad nodded his head. “Will you behave?” Again Brad nodded his head. So Spence removed the head harness and the pair went down to the cafeteria to have lunch. But this time Spence brought Brad with him into the line to say what he wanted for lunch.

After they got back to their room, Spence said “we’re going out tonight to a place where guys are kept restrained. You’ll fit right in.” Brad wondered what kind of place they would be going to. He’d never heard of such a thing. He wondered if they were going to a jail.

They spent a quiet afternoon. Spence was surfing the internet, and would periodically either say something to Brad or show him something. They kept up with the news and sports, much as they did before this week. When it was time for dinner, they both again went down to the cafeteria and repeated their lunch way of doing it. The others had started not reacting to seeing Brad this way.

After dinner, Spence changed his clothes. Brad had never seen him dressed in leather before. He didn’t know that Spence had such clothes, since he’d never seen him wear them. Spence also put various items into a bag that he was taking with him. Brad saw him put the head harness in, and heard the sound of a chain. And there were other items. When it was time, Spence took Brad and they went down to his car.

Once in the car, they drove a short distance to a turn-off. No one else was in sight. That’s when Spence put the head harness back on, only this time he locked it. Spence also attached a chain to a ring at the front of the neck part of the leather top that Brad was wearing. Spence then got out some ankle shackles with a foot-long chain between, which he locked onto Brad’s ankles. Brad looked at Spence quizzically, but couldn’t say anything intelligible with that gag in his mouth. Then Spence drove off again.

Spence drove up to a club. There were others already there. Brad saw the guy in the car parked next to them get out and come back to the trunk. He lifted it up and helped someone who was in the trunk get out. This guy had a hood on his head so that he couldn’t see. He was dressed all in rubber, but had leather boots on. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and his ankles were also shackled. The guy helped him walk into the club. Brad was wondering what this was all about.

Spence helped Brad get out, and brought him into the club, bringing the bag as well, since other items he wanted to use were still in it. At the door Spence stopped and paid an admission fee. Brad looked inside to see what he could see. But he couldn’t see for long. Spence opened the bag and brought out a leather hood which only had two little pinholes at the nostrils. Brad reacted when he saw that, shaking his head back and forth, but Spence just ignored him and started putting the hood on. Soon Brad felt his head tightly in leather. He couldn’t see, nor could he breathe through his mouth. But the two pinholes were enough for him to breathe through. He felt a tug on the chain attached to his collar, and started walking.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

Spence pulled Brad into the crowded room. He was looking around to see someone that he knew when he heard someone address him from behind.

“Bind-em-tight, looks like you got a new one.”

“Oh, hi, bcman. How ya been?”

“I’ve been fine, but it looks like you’re doing better. Who’s your new sub?”

“This is my roommate at college.”

“You move fast. I see you’ve already lived up to your name with him.” The guy started inspecting Brad.

“His hands are cuffed behind his back, and there’s leather arm binders on. This is a leather top that has no arm holes that is strapped on. Then there’s this coat that has the arm holes seamed over.”

“He must be really into the scene. How did you get him bound up so tight so fast?”

“He’s got a class assignment to go a week without arms to see what kind of life a double amputee has.”

“Wow, that played right into you. Is he turned on by being restrained?”

“He is, but he doesn’t know it yet.” Brad had been listening into this conversation, not quite following it, but this statement gave him pause.

The guy continued. “Is he turned on by breath control?”

“We both have no idea.”

“Then it’s time to find out.” He felt down at Brad’s cock and saw that it was a good size, but wasn’t erect. Keeping one hand there, he put the other over the two little pinholes in the hood. When Brad tried to breathe, he couldn’t. He was starting to get concerned. He shook his head to get the fingers off, but they stayed there. The guy noticed Brad’s cock starting to get erect, but he also noticed something else.

“Isn’t he wearing a condom?”

“No.”

“He’s responding, but I don’t want to cause a mess. I’ll get one and put it on.”

“Studded?”

“Of course. It’s the only kind.”

The guy left and was soon back. He unzipped Brad’s jeans and briefs. He started to stretch the condom over the end of Brad’s cock, but Brad backed up. Spence said “let him put that on, Brad. It will avoid making a mess.” Brad calmed down and let him put the condom on.

Soon the guy was back, one hand pinching Brad’s nostrils and the other stroking his cock. Before Brad ran out of air he erupted, again with a shout into his gag. Bcman laughed, and said “I’d like to play more with this guy. He’s got a great response. I’ll be back later after he’s reloaded.” Bcman walked off.

Brad felt great about erupting, but he wasn’t pleased about having his air cut off.

Spence pulled Brad out of the crowded room and into a quieter one. He started explaining.

“Brad, you’re probably starting to wonder what’s going on. Some guys are turned on by being restrained, and/or by having their breathing cut off. You are one of those guys. I realized that when I put your arms into those leather arm binders. A lot of our society frowns on activity like that, but for those of us who accept it, it turns out to be a great way of getting sexually fulfilled. I’ll be happy to help you achieve this if you’ll let me, although I don’t want to get involved in cutting your breath off because I think that’s too dangerous. But you’ll have to think about all this, and come to grips with the kind of person you are.”

Brad had a lot to think about. He started realizing that those fantasies he would have, and those dreams he would have, had a reason. He realized that he would get sexually aroused by those, and that he was getting sexually aroused by being restrained like he was. It initially came as a shock, but then when he thought about it, he was surprised that he hadn’t realized it before. And here he was with a college roommate who was the kind of guy who could help him get aroused.

While Brad was thinking, Spence stood aside, wondering what Brad’s reaction would be. When Brad finally came to grips with it, he nodded his head up and down. Spence saw the response, and said “so you’re comfortable with this and want to continue?”

Again, Brad nodded his head up and down. Spence got a big smile, and said “great!” He removed Brad’s hood so he could see. He first took Brad around the quiet room, where there were guys who were bound and were servicing others. He also saw others who were just bound and gagged, waiting. There were small cages in the room, as well as slings and hanging ropes and chains. There was even a little box with a guy’s head sticking up out of it, gagged.

Back in the noisy room, there was other activity going on. Brad started noticing how guys were attired. Some of them were naked, some were dressed in leather, and some were dressed in rubber. A couple of them were completely covered in rubber. Brad wondered what that would feel like. He also noticed a fair amount of metal restraints. He also saw some guys looking at him with envy. It made him feel better, feel like he belonged here, made him want to belong here.

After continuing the journey around, looking at all the various men and devices, bcman came up to them again. He had a couple of others with him. He introduced the others to Spence, telling him that they also were at the same college and were looking for someone who could keep them restrained. Spence told them where his room was, and said to come over any time they wanted and he would accommodate them.

After the others wandered away, bcman again reached down, unzipped Brad’s pants, and grabbed hold of his cock with one hand while he pinched Brad’s nostrils with the other. The condom was still on. This time Brad noticed the studs more than he’d done the first time. That got him excited. It didn’t take as long for Brad to get erect and erupt as it had done the first time. This was partly because Brad’s cock was already somewhat erect before bcman even started.

When bcman finished, he looked at Spence and asked “think he’d be up for another in a few hours?”

“He probably would be, but we’ve got to be getting back. We’re not used to being up this late. We still have to get our sleep in to get to our 8 o’clock classes during the week.”

Spence pulled Brad out of the club and to his car. In the car, Spence removed Brad’s head harness, and asked “what did you think of all that?”

“I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but after your explanation, a lot of things started to click, and I realized that this is a lifestyle I would like, and that is a place where I would fit.”

Spence couldn’t help chiding him. “I thought you wanted to get out of these restraints.”

“I did before. But now I don’t.”

“Want things stepped up a bit at the room?”

“I don’t have anything going tomorrow, so why not?”

Spence locked the head harness back onto Brad and started the drive back to their dorm room. When they got back to their room, Spence pulling Brad by the chain to the amusement of others in the dorm, he first sat Brad down on the chair and put the hood back on. He attached some chains to the top end and the bottom end of Brad’s bed. He then helped Brad to lie down on the bed, still fully clothed except for the coat, and locked the ring at the top of the hood to the chain at the top of the bed, and stretched the chain connecting Brad’s ankle shackles down to lock to the bottom of the bed. Spence went to bed after this, again smiling to himself at the progress he was making.

The next day, Spence kept Brad locked onto the bed all day. Periodically he would come over and start stroking Brad’s cock, getting him to erupt. He had removed bcman’s condom after getting Brad’s morning Woodie off, replacing it with another which he had. Brad was enjoying this, though his arms had long since fallen asleep, what with lying on them. But he realized that he was to go an entire week without the use of them.

Monday morning meant getting ready to go to class. Brad hadn’t cleaned up in a couple of days, so Spence let him out of the arm binders and cuffs so he could do so. But he told him that for the rest of the week he was going to have to get cleaned by Spence. When Spence put the arm binders back on, after wiping the sweat off, he tightened the strings more than he’d done before. Brad noticed the difference.

At his other classes, Brad’s classmates were surprised to see Brad as he was. He had to explain, almost endlessly, about the class assignment, and why Spence was there. When they got to the class in which he was given the assignment, there was some amused response from his classmates, as well as the teacher. Brad was required to get up in front of the class to explain why he was dressed as he was. He wasn’t ashamed to explain that he was restrained, and why he was wearing leather. It was just matter-of-fact. Spence was surprised at how easily Brad was taking this.

The week continued, Brad asking Spence to keep him at night as he’d been Saturday night and Sunday. As a result, Brad was not getting as much sleep as he’d normally get, and had started to drop off a few times. He also had to forgo his usual gym exercises.

Then one night the guys dropped by that bcman had brought over to introduce to Spence. Spence and Brad had just finished their homework. When they told Spence what they wanted, Spence said he’d be happy to accommodate one of them, but Brad would have to accommodate the other. He cuffed the pair’s hands behind their back and had them kneel down on the floor. Spence took his cock out of his pants and held it in front of the one who would be servicing him. In anticipation of getting serviced, especially since Brad would be seeing what one does to do so, it had gotten erect. Spence hadn’t gotten his rocks off in several weeks, so he was ready.

The young guy did a good job of servicing Spence. He was obviously experienced at this. After Spence was finished and had zipped his pants back up, he went to Brad, got his cock out, and positioned him in front of the other guy. This was a new experience for B rad. To get his cock erect, Spence pinched Brad’s nostrils. His cock was now always kept in a condom, and he asked the guy whether he wanted Brad’s condom on or off. “Off, please, sir” came the expected response, so Spence removed it. Soon Brad’s cock was being serviced by the guy, with the inevitable eruption ensuing.

“Did you want to be serviced as well?”

“We can do that to each other, sir.”

“Would you like to remain restrained here while you do that?”

“That would be very kind of you, sir. Yes, please.”

Soon the two took care of servicing each other, taking a second load in the mouth. After they’d finished, Spence removed the cuffs and the pair left.

It was the next morning when Brad was able to speak that he asked Spence about that. “That’s one of the reasons men get bound, to be able to erupt.”

“Would you like me to service you that way?”

“Yes, I would, but I didn’t want to broach the subject with you until you were ready.”

“You don’t have to ask. Just do it. I’ll be happy to service you.”

Spence had finally gotten what he had been building up to. He was very pleased.

Spence kept Brad restrained through the following weekend, even though it was supposed to only be for a week. Both were satisfied to continue the arrangement. Brad was actually getting used to it. Spence took Brad that way to the club that Saturday night. Bcman was there as usual. He was looking forward to seeing Brad again.

“Have you been teaching your new sub about the various ways one can achieve satisfaction from breath control?”

“No, that’s your area of expertise. I’ve been sticking to mine. Besides, as far as I’m concerned, that’s too dangerous.”

“Then it’s time I teach him a few things. Let’s adjourn to the quiet room. I’ve got something set up there.”

Spence wondered how Brad would react to this. He knew what bcman had set up. He wasn’t sure that Brad would react favorably to it.

On the way, bcman had unzipped Brad’s pants and had his hands around Brad’s cock. He noticed the studded condom and was pleased. He was talking as they were walking. “All I’ve done so far is to pinch your nostrils shut, preventing you from getting any air that way. I could also put a plastic bag over your head and tie it off at the neck to achieve the same result.

Another way is to choke you. You could have a belt pulled tight around your neck to prevent you from breathing. You could have a cord pulled around your neck and kept taut to achieve the same result. And then there’s having a noose rope put around your neck and having you pulled up by it. Usually having you pulled up until you’re on the front of your feet is sufficient, rather than going all the way up with you off your feet into the air.”

Brad was thinking about having these various ways done to him and how he would feel. His cock was starting to react to each of these possibilities. Bcman was noticing Brad’s cock’s reactions. He figured that Brad would get turned on by each of them. He took Brad over to one of the hanging ropes, one in which he’d earlier made a noose out of the end. He removed Brad’s hood so he could see what he was soon going to be experiencing. Just the sight of that almost made Brad erupt.

At this point Spence stepped in. “Brad, you don’t have to go through with this. As I’d told you before, this is very dangerous. Something could easily go wrong. The neck is a very vulnerable part of the body. Bcman is experienced at doing this, but even with the most experienced, something can go wrong. Do you want to experience this?”

Brad thought about it. He finally said “I’m obviously turned on by having this done, but I think it’s something that I’d like to experience later, if I want to.” Turning to Bcman, he said “I thank you for the explanation of the various ways, but I’m very new to this lifestyle. I think I’ll first enjoy what I’m experiencing now, and maybe get into your area later, if I feel so inclined.”

Bcman was obviously disappointed, but he said “I understand. I’ll be here when you’re ready. Wait here a minute so I can show this to those other two guys.” Bcman left the area, while Spence and Brad waited there, Brad still looking at the noose, imagining what it would feel like to have his neck be in that.

Bcman soon returned with the two other guys, the ones who had serviced Spence and Brad. They were both cuffed behind their backs and had ropes tightly around their upper arms. They were both clothed in rubber suits which had zippers opened over their tits, and had clamps on their nipples. Bcman had chains looped a couple of times around their necks and had them walking in front of him, occasionally yanking back on the chains to tighten them. He also had a metal prod in the other hand that he would use to move them forward while he’d pull back on the chains. Both their faces were a bright red over their tight gags. When they saw the noose they both let out loud “mmpphh”s and tried to get away.

“Don’t worry my little lovelies, I’m saving that experience for you for another weekend, one in which your cocks are not in chastity, but will be in spiked cock sheaths. You know that you will want to experience that. Just imagine what it will feel like as the rope is slowly being raised, about an inch an hour, for you to savor the experience, your cocks being skewered as you get hard, your breathing restricted by those two little pinholes. The two were both shaking and “mmpphh”-ing into their gags. Bcman prodded them on after giving them a good look at the noose.

Spence had not realized that the pair was that into bdsm. He started thinking about what he could do to them when they’d come to visit. They’d been by a second time earlier today. He also was thinking about changing the restraints on Brad on his bed, making it one long chain pulled taut under the bed which connected the two ends.

Back at the dorm room later, Spence modified his bed arrangement for Brad. He made the change he’d been thinking of doing. He also got some other chains and used them to attach Brad to the bed up and down the length of his body. Brad wasn’t going to be going anywhere that night or the next day. It was the following Monday morning when Brad was let out of everything so he could get cleaned up, get dressed in normal clothes, and get back to normal again. But for Brad, there was no getting back to normal again after this week.

Brad produced his report, talking about all the daily tasks that people take for granted that someone who was without arms would be unable to perform, having to rely on someone else. He also pointed out that the guy’s life was totally dependent on that someone else, and would be dependent on that someone else making many decisions. He mentioned some of the things his roommate had done to him that he didn’t like, but couldn’t do anything about, like starting Friday night and not letting him out. Spence also wrote his report about the problems of knowing what to do and what not to do, what Brad wanted done and what he didn’t, which choices Brad needed to make, and which choices Spence needed to make. The teacher was pleased with both reports. They both made extra copies for each of the class attendees to keep. Neither mentioned the side aspects of the class assignment.

Brad started getting more and more into the bdsm lifestyle, as did the two guys who were now regulars. They all sat together at the cafeteria, and became regular nightly visitors. Spence had three guys to try to satisfy, or be satisfied by. He had everything he could wish for from this arrangement. His problem was concentrating on his schoolwork, but that was a problem anyone would have when they had too much of a good thing on the side while going to school. But Spence was in his Senior year, and didn’t have to worry as much about his final grades, having already qualified for his degree. Brad was only there for a short course of classes to prepare for the field he’d decided on from his time spent in the Army.

Brad never tried having that noose put around his neck by bcman, nor any of the other ways of cutting off his breath. He found that bondage was enough to get him to erupt, and subsequent health classes made him realize that Spence was right about breath control being too dangerous.

Inevitably, Spence and Brad became lovers, and eventually married after they finished college. It all started with a simple class assignment.

The end

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

“Wow, that suit is tight!”

Roger had finally managed to get his body and arms into the canvas bondage body bag. It forced the legs together like in a sleep sack, with a zipper up the middle like a sleep sack. The arms, however, were forced together behind the back like in arm binders. There was also a zipper there. At this time, Roger’s arms were not that tightly together, because the zipper had not been pulled up. His partner Dominic, or Dom for short, was the one who was putting him in the suit.

The suit was similar to a Max Cita sleep sack, but with modifications. It had been custom-made. It had a zipper in the front which went up all the way to the chin, as a sleep sack did, with straps periodically placed, as the sleep sack did. There were also rings on both sides of the zipper between the straps. It was made to fit a thin person, which Roger was.

After Roger had finally maneuvered his body inside the bulk of the sack, he took some time to adjust. Dom waited patiently. Finally Roger said, “You can start buckling the straps together on the arm binders, forcing my arms to get together, and start zipping it up.”

As Dom was doing this, Roger was obviously in pain. Dom ignored this, and continued working. He would pull the straps tight, starting with the wrists and working his way up Roger’s arms. He initially would pull the straps as tight as he could get them, then return to the bottom ones and start pulling them tighter, pulling the zipper up when they would be close enough together for the zipper to close. It was a case of doing a little more, then a little more, then a little more, until Roger’s arms were finally close enough together for the zipper to close all the way. By then, Roger was exhausted again, and needed more time to adjust.

The ends of the legs and arms had an extra length, like existed in a straitjacket, and ended with a ring. These would be of use at the end of the position Dom planned to put Roger in. After waiting a few minutes to adjust, Roger said, “You can start yanking the straps as tight as you can get them on the legs and body.”

As Dom was putting his ample muscle into getting the straps to be as tight as he could get them, Roger was again starting to feel pain from the pressures on his body. He was stretched out from the edge of the seat he was sitting on. Dom had a little difficulty getting the suit over the metal chastity cage that Roger’s cock was locked into, but didn’t have any difficulty getting the suit over the metal butt plug. Up and up he went until he finally yanked the canvas strap as tight as he could get it over Roger’s neck before buckling it. Roger now needed more time to get adjusted. He was having to adjust his breathing from the tight collar. His cock would normally be erect from this, but not while in the chastity.

After another few minutes, Roger told Dom to start locking the rings together. Dom would pull the rings toward each other to put the padlock through one side, then yank the two to get them close enough for the padlock to close. The straps had done most of the work to get them close enough, but there was still more muscle needed to get them that final bit closer. Up his legs Dom worked, click after click, making it all the way to the last one, which was directly under Roger’s chin. When that one was locked on, Roger again needed a few minutes to get adjusted.

Dom got the metal piece which he attached to the ring at the base of Roger’s neck and also to the ring at the top. This forced Roger’s head up, and prevented him from lowering it. It was shaped to the front of Roger’s neck so that it was pushing equally into the canvas of the sack which covered his neck. It would be normal for Roger to look down while in this, and the metal part was needed to prevent that. It was another part of the suit which was uncomfortable to have on.

After Roger had adjusted, he said, “Start locking the rings on the arm binders.” Dom had gotten the locks ready, and was soon behind Roger getting the rings brought toward each other as close as he could get them before yanking them to make up that last little bit before locking them. As he was getting toward the top, Dom had to yank the straps a little bit more before buckling them that extra notch tighter to help get the locks on the rings. As he was doing this, Roger would let out a gasp. Roger was feeling the pain again. After Dom had finished doing the last one, Roger again needed a few minutes to adjust.

When he was ready again, he said “time for the gag, the wires, and the hood.” The gag was a metal one. It consisted of a tongue suppressor which was attached to straps which went around his head and buckled in the back. The wires were already attached to Roger’s chastity and butt plug inside the suit, and came up to emerge at the neck, where they joined others that were attached to the neck piece in the front and the gag. They were brought out the back and down to attach to an e-stim unit. The hood was a match for the canvas, similar to the kind that went with the normal Max Cita gear, one with eye holes, two pinholes at the nostrils, and a zipper over the mouth, but making a face that had an enjoyable expression with an upward curved mouth and markings on the canvas that accentuated the eyes and nose.

After these final touches for the suit were finished, Dom pushed Roger back into the wheelchair seat that he’d been on the edge of, and started strapping him into it. There were straps for the thighs, the stomach, and the chest. Dom yanked the straps as tight as he could get them. He then tilted the chair while grabbing the ring at the end of Roger’s lower legs to pull them under the seat. He lowered the chair back to the ground and got the ring at the end of Roger’s arms. He got them close enough to lock them together.

Dom was finished getting Roger set up in the chair except for one addition. He inspected everything first to make sure that it was looking the way they wanted it to, then added a sign in the front. The sign read “crazy mental case.” Dom was dressed as an attendant would be in a mental hospital. He was now ready to start pushing Roger into the event. There was one last touch needed. He turned on the e-stim, putting the settings on high and random. In no time Roger was reacting to the shocks by twitching and making sounds into his gag. He was acting the part perfectly.

As Dom was pushing Roger around the event, they were stopped frequently by others who wanted pictures of them, both stills and videos. They were a hit with the gathering crowd. They made quite a picture, Roger twitching and making incoherent sounds, while having a smiling face. He looked like a crazy mental case.

The event opened at 9 and closed at 5, and they planned to be there for the entire time. Both of them had friends who would be there, and both looked forward to showing them their latest invention. Dom would have a chance to get food and liquid, but Roger wouldn’t. It would be hardest on Roger, having to put up with the painful shocks while in that extremely constraining suit that would be pressing hard on his body. But Roger was in good physical shape, and didn’t have any qualms about undertaking this ordeal.

Dom pushed Roger in. It was slow going, as they were stopped frequently. Dom also wanted to see all the groups and vendors that had set up facilities, as well as to see others. He had brought his camera along to take pictures of others as well. And there would be their friends who would stop to visit. And all the time, the e-stim would be shocking Roger. The pair made quite a show. Periodically someone would try to talk to Roger while they would be stopped, and Roger would try to answer, but with that gag, nothing intelligible would emerge, other than the sound he would make from an inevitable shock.

The day started out overcast from the normal morning fog, but lifted around noon to allow the hot sun to start beating down. Dom was dressed lightly, but Roger was starting to sweat. The canvas would absorb the moisture, but it didn’t help Roger’s well-being. They had discussed this ahead of time, and Roger knew that once in that suit, he wouldn’t be able to communicate with Dom to tell him about anything that needed to be adjusted. He would just have to accept everything and move on, waiting until 5 o’clock when the event ended.

One of their friends invited them to a party that evening. He said to bring Roger just as he was, e-stim and all. Dom thanked the guy for his invitation, and said that they would attend if Roger was up to it, but he would need to check with him after the event was over. He got the guy’s phone number to tell him whether or not they would be coming.

There were a couple of photographers who gave Dom their card with the internet site that their pictures would be uploaded to, so they could see pics of themselves. Dom was hoping to see one of the videos that had been made of them, with Roger twitching and yelling incoherently, but he didn’t get any information about where he could view that.

Finally the event was over, and Dom pushed Roger to their car. He turned off the e-stim and removed Roger’s hood and gag.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired. That’s a long time to be shocked like that. Whew! I’m sure glad to have that e-stim turned off. And I’ll be glad to get out of this torture suit.”

“Uh, we’ve been invited to a party tonight. They want you to be in that suit and have the e-stim turned on like it was today.”

“I’d love to go to a party and show this off some more, but right now, I need some time to recover. Let’s go get some dinner and I’ll let you know after that.”

Dom went to one of their favorite restaurants and got some food to go. He couldn’t exactly push Roger in there, dressed like he was. Back with the food, he fed Roger and himself. Roger needed the food more than Dom did, since Dom had stopped for some lunch during the event. It had been while he was sitting down for lunch, Roger alongside twitching and muttering, that others came by to learn more about how Roger was geared up. Dom was happy to oblige them, explaining everything. The bystanders were very impressed. That was when they got the party invitation.

After dinner, and after they’d had a chance to review the day, Dom finally asked Roger about the party. Roger thought a bit, and finally said “OK, let’s do it.” Dom called the guy and told him they were coming, and got particulars about where to go and, most important, where to park. Once parked, he started getting Roger set back up again.

They were early, mainly to be able to get a good parking place, and there weren’t many people at the party yet. The guy’s place was up some stairs, and Dom had to get some others to help carry Roger and the chair up the stairs. Once inside, the place had been decorated for a bondage party. Dom was having fun just walking around looking at the decorations, as well as seeing the various gear the attendees were wearing. He got to visit with some of their friends. And always, everyone was curious about Roger.

As the night continued and as others arrived, it soon got to be crowded. Everyone was having fun, except for Roger. After initially seeing him and asking about what he was in and was experiencing, Roger was pretty much forgotten. And finally it was time for various ones to get restrained and start having other experiences.

Dom was asked whether he was strictly a dominant. “No, I’m sometimes a sub.”

“Want to have some sub fun tonight?”

“I can’t very well leave Roger.”

“We can look after him. We’ll put him in one of the extra rooms.”

“Okay, if Roger is well taken care of.”

Soon Roger was in one of the extra rooms, and Dom had his hands cuffed behind his back and was gagged. Some ankle shackles were locked on, and he was taken to one of the bedrooms. There, he was forced down onto his knees while one of the shackles was removed, brought up and over the handcuffs, and re-locked again onto the ankle. Dom was now on his knees in a chained hog tie. The guy got in front of his face and unzipped his pants, bringing out his erect cock. He started tantalizing Dom’s face with it, and finally removed Dom’s gag so it could enter his mouth.

Dom had done this before, as he’d told the guy earlier, and was soon sucking the guy’s cock. It didn’t take long for the guy to erupt into Dom’s mouth. After the guy was finished, Dom licked the guy’s cock as he was removing it. The guy’s head was back in ecstasy while his cock was in Dom’s mouth. After the guy’s cock was out, he gagged Dom again and put a blindfold on him.

He went out and asked his friend, “Did you have some fun with Roger?”

“Yes. I turned off the e-stim and removed his hood and gag. When he saw it was me, he thanked me for getting him out of that. I said that in return I wanted him to service me. He said he’d be happy to do so. So I got my rocks off. Afterwards, I returned him to the way he’d been before. How did you make out with Dom?”

“He serviced me as well. I left him upright in a hog tie, gagged and blindfolded.”

“Let’s see if anyone else needs to be serviced.”

Two more got serviced, one by each, before Dom said they had to be going, since they had to get to work the next morning. Pleasantries were exchanged as they were leaving, and soon the pair were back home. It wasn’t easy getting Roger out of that suit, but he finally had a chance to get cleaned up. Roger was a mass of marks pushing into this skin from the tight suit. It was early in the morning before they were able to get to bed for a shortened night’s sleep.

The next night they had a chance to see pictures of themselves. They had a good laugh at the image they projected. The pictures came out great. They also had a chance to start adding to their various profiles. It cost quite a bit to have the suit made, as well as taking a lot out of Roger that day, but in the end they thought it was worth it. They next had to try to figure out how to top it at the next year’s event.

The End

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Mitch invited me over to see his latest creation. He makes bondage gear, and he gives me the first chance to try it out. Sometimes the gear he creates is great, but sometimes, well, let’s just say that not everything always works the way it is intended to work. I never know what I’m going to experience when I go to visit Mitch.

When I got there Saturday morning, Mitch asked whether I had anything scheduled for the weekend. It was a holiday weekend, and I don’t like to get out on the road on holiday weekends. I’m retired from work, so if I want to go anywhere or do anything I do it during the week, leaving after the commute traffic has dissipated. I told him I didn’t have anything up.

“I’d like you to try this little baby out, but you’ll need to spend a couple of days in it. To get you prepared, you’ll need to take an enema. I’ve got a kit set up for you in the bathroom over here.”

I was thinking that this was just like Mitch. None of this ‘would I be willing to spend a couple of days in something I’ve never seen before’ or ‘would I mind taking an enema’ — just orders of what I will be doing. But I appreciate that Mitch has me be his guinea pig for trying out his new creations. It certainly adds interest to an otherwise boring retirement.

It took some time to completely empty out, this being a normal enema kit. I was wondering how I was going to be set up to consume and empty out my liquids. Sometimes Mitch forgets the basics, so I made a mental note to be sure these were taken care of.

When I was finally ready and came out of the bathroom, Mitch was waiting for me. “You sure took your time in there. Did you finish reading ‘War and Peace’?”

“Enemas take a few hours to completely clean out your system. It’s not as if you gave me any warning before I came here.”

“Well, at least you’re ready now. See what I’ve got.”

What I saw was a metal shell that was roughly the shape of my thick rubber sleep-sack which I had stored here, and which he had out alongside his metal shell. He also had my rubber hood out as well sitting above the sleep-sack. I figured he was using these as measurements.

His metal shell was also lined with rubber along the bottom and sides up to a point. The sides went up further, and I didn’t see a top. I also noticed a gas mask, and looked for a hole in the metal shell, finally seeing it behind where my head would be. But I didn’t see anything that would be providing liquid, or any place for it to be stored.

“Where’s the top?”

“I will be causing the metal that is pushed up the side to be pushed down to provide the top. Then I will weld it solid. I’ve got some insulation to put along the top of your sleep-sack before I do that so you won’t feel or be affected by the welding torch.”

I was thinking that this was going to be a very hot experience. And then I realized that I was going to be tightly welded into this thing. “How long do you expect me to be kept in there?”

“The first time, just a couple of days. I want to see how it goes. If everything goes well, then I expect it to be for a longer period of time. I want to show it to some people at NASA as a way for Astronauts to be kept while sent out into space.”

“Mitch, if they’re welded in, how are they going to get out when they’re in space?”

“There will have to be someone else sent along to get them out.”

“And if something happens to that person? I don’t think you’ve thought this completely through.”

“I’ll let them figure that part out. Let’s first try this out and see how this works. You’ll need to strip off your clothes so I can first put you into your sleep sack while you’re in there.”

“Another thing, Mitch. What about liquids? I don’t see any way for me to get any liquids while I’m in there, or for how I will get rid of my liquids.”

“I’ve got a bottle of water that I’ll be putting in there with you, with a long thin hose connecting it to your mouth. As for getting rid of your liquids, I’ve got another long thin hose that sends your piss into the bottle of water, so that you’ll always have liquids to drink.”

I was thinking that I was going to have to drink piss, something I didn’t like to do, but at least it would keep me hydrated. Then I realized that I was going to be wearing my rubber hood which only has two little pinholes at the nostrils. “Mitch, have you thought about how that hose will be getting the liquid into my mouth with that rubber hood covering it?”

“I made a hole in your hood for the hose to go through.”

Terrific. He’s now ruined that hood for other times. I’ll have to order a new one. But that’s Mitch. He treats all of my gear as his own.

I was now naked. Before I got into the sleep-sack, Mitch put the rubber hood on my head. It was easier to do it then than after I was in. After that was on, zipped down, the strings pulled tight so that it was another layer on my head, I started working my way into my rubber sleep-sack which was laid out in his metal shell. Mitch helped me get my arms into the internal sleeves. It was a tight fit next to the rubber lining the sides of this metal shell, too tight in places for me to lie down. I was on my side. After Mitch had zipped me up, he started pulling the straps and buckling them. He pulled them as tight as he could get them to help me fit. With that, I was able to fit into the floor of the shell. He pulled the neck strap tightly closed over the neck portion of the hood. I was now inside.

Mitch opened the zipper over my crotch and fitted the covering over my penis for me to piss into, the covering attached to the long thin hose. The other end was already attached to the top of the water bottle. The hose coming out the bottom end he brought down to go through the hole he’d made in my rubber hood. He laid the bottle down on top of my neck, about the only open space available, and told me to drink a sip to make sure it worked. I did, and it did.

Finally Mitch got the gas mask with the long hose attached to the front. He fitted it over my head and put the hose through the hole in the top of his metal shell. He told me to breathe, as if I needed to be told. This was also working satisfactorily. Mitch was now ready to put the insulation over me and start his welding work.

I could hear and feel him pushing down the sides. He would sometimes heat the sides up next to me to get them to bend. I was starting to heat up from this. Finally he seemed to have all the sides bent down. This is when he started welding the parts together where they overlapped. This went on for some time. At last he was finished. He bumped the sides and asked “are you all right in there?”

“I’m hot, but otherwise all right.”

“As you know from past experiences, it will soon start getting hotter. I’ll check back periodically.” I heard the sound of him leaving the room.

I decided to use the occasion to try to catch up on my sleep. I’d been doing some projects around the house, and hadn’t been able to get a full night’s sleep in several days. This would help me catch up with that, assuming I don’t get too hot. But, as Mitch forecast, I soon started getting hotter. I was also thinking that I had a couple of extra pounds of weight that I’d put on lately, and wouldn’t mind losing.

I woke up from a short nap with a great idea for a new bondage story. I write these, and some of them I think are good enough to send off to be posted on the net. This was currently just the germ of an idea, and I’d have to think out the possible ways it could play out. It was something to think about while I was trapped in Mitch’s metal shell in my hot rubber. While taking that nap, I’d gotten hotter yet.

I finally took a sip of water. It had also gotten hot. I didn’t have anything to cool me down. I was sweating quite a bit, and the sweat was getting into the nose holes of my rubber hood which was covered by the gas mask. I was having to be careful not to breathe the moisture into my lungs. My breathing was starting to become automatic as my mind was focused on my germ of a story. This was interrupted by Mitch banging on the side of the metal shell.

“How are you doing in there?”

“I was having a nice nap when you woke me up. I’m having a very hot time.”

I could hear Mitch laughing as he walked away. I went back to my germ of a story, thinking about possible ways it could play out, finally settling on the one I liked best. After that decision had been made, I dropped off to sleep again. When I awoke this time, I’d forgotten the story idea completely. That happened a lot to me. It’s why I’d started writing down story plots that would come to me when I would be dreaming, and would wake up with it on my mind. I wondered if I would think of it again. I noticed that it had gotten hotter yet. I was sweating quite a bit.

I was now wide awake with no story to think about and nothing happening. I was bored. And hot. I took another sip of hot water. I made a mental note to tell Mitch to next time get an insulated water bottle.

I started drifting into a half-awake, half-asleep mode. I tested my various body parts, and found that they were getting bored with being in the same position. I made another mental note to tell Mitch to add something to stimulate muscles, like an e-stim device set low and random. That was when I heard Mitch again.

From outside, he said “this is going well enough that I’m going to load it into my van and take it over to the NASA people now. They are waiting for me. I’ve got my son here to help me get it loaded. So hold on.”

Suddenly I felt myself being tipped up. That water bottle started moving around. I made another mental note to tell Mitch to fill up any empty places with rubber to prevent things from moving. I seemed to have been put onto a fork-lift, since I heard a motor running as I was being moved along. Finally I was stopped, and felt myself rising up. When it reached a certain point, I seemed to be pushed a short distance. I heard the fork-lift leave, and heard a car door close. Then another one opened and closed, an engine was started, and I started moving.

The drive took some time. I couldn’t tell time while I was in here. Finally the van stopped. I could hear some talking. It seemed to go on for a while. The van finally backed up, and moved a short distance. I could hear the door open and close, and the sound of footsteps walking away.

I was left there for some time. Apparently the people Mitch was to see either weren’t there, or hadn’t left any instructions with a guard to let us in, since I figured that there would be a guard at a NASA facility. I was starting to drop off again when Mitch came back, started up the van again, and went back that short distance. This time he drove on in.

When he stopped, I again heard the back door open, and heard the sound of another fork-lift. I was soon moved a short distance out to it, and started being driven somewhere. I finally was taken to where I was supposed to be taken, and let down. Then the fork-lift drove off.

Soon I started hearing voices next to the shell. “How do I know there’s someone in there?”

“From a couple of ways. First, check the breathing in and out of the end of the hose here. Second, you could talk with him. And third, I filmed having this guy put inside. I’ve loaded it up to my site. You can either look at it on a computer, or on my iphone.”

“I’d like to see your video of him being loaded inside. Let’s go look on my computer.” I heard them walking away. I was back to being left alone again. My mind started wandering. I was envisioning being inside something like this and being shot off into space. I wondered if it would be as hot up there as it was down here. I didn’t see how I could come up with a good bondage story out of that, though. That got me to thinking about good bondage stories I’d read. There was a hot one that I’d just finished. As I was thinking about that, I was feeling my cock getting hard. That started being affected by the tight nozzle at the end of it which was used for my piss. The nozzle was acting as a kind of studded end for my penis, and was starting to excite it. Finally, to my surprise, I erupted into that long thin hose which sent my cum to the water bottle. I figured that I was going to eventually be drinking my cum. I wondered whether to say something to Mitch about that.

My mind was back again to the story I’d read. That’s when that germ of an idea finally came back to me. I started trying to figure out how to make sure I remembered it again after I got out of this thing. And I started expanding on it. I remembered how I had decided to do that, and my mind was quickly developing the story. I was so pre-occupied that I was surprised when I heard voices again coming from outside.

I heard one of the voices saying something about flying me to Houston. Then I heard Mitch say that it wouldn’t be a problem for me to be away for a couple of days because I didn’t have anything going. That got my attention. I was starting to think black thoughts about Mitch. The voices left again, and my mind this time was thinking about how long I would be kept in this thing. That germ of a story had disappeared again.

I was kept in this thing for several more hours. Then I heard a forklift come again and lift me up, taking me into Mitch’s van again. I recognized it from the distance I was placed in, and the sound of the engine. I was taken to somewhere else, not that far from where I was. Soon another forklift picked me up and took me to a different vehicle. I was loaded into it. Afterwards, I was left for a while before I heard Mitch coming to ask if I was all right.

“I think it’s time for you to let me out.”

“What?! Why!”

“Because I don’t want to go to Houston.”

“Oh. You heard that. Well, this is extremely important to me. It looks like they want to buy this idea, and want to let a contract with me for this prototype. I’m sorry about this, but I’ll try to find some way to make it up to you. Are you still hot in there?”

“The temperature increase seems to have stabilized. It’s about 130 degrees Fahrenheit in here.”

“You told me a couple of days ago that you wanted to lose a couple of pounds. That should help.”

“A couple of pounds, yes. Fifty pounds, no.”

“You like to spend time encased in rubber. That’s why I got your favorite gear.”

“Yes, you’re right about that. I don’t know whether I’ll want to anymore after this trip, though.”

“Oops, the jet’s about to take off. I’ve got to take my seat. Have a nice trip.”

I thought ‘I hope you have a nice trip and fall flat on your face’, but I decided not to say it. I didn’t want to be flying to Houston while in this thing. But I didn’t have a choice. I took another sip, and tasted a mix of water, cum, and piss. Yuck.

It was a bumpy flight. Apparently I wasn’t secured that well, because they came back a couple of times to adjust this shell. We finally set down. Soon I was picked up again by a forklift. I was transported to another place. Soon there were more voices looking at it. They soon left and went to a computer to watch Mitch’s video. If this kept up, I was going to have to think about getting an acting agent.

I was left to have my mind wander again, as it had tried to do on the plane, interrupted by the periodic turbulence. I decided to think again about that hot bondage story I’d read. I felt my cock getting hard again. But I decided to cut off the thoughts because I didn’t want to drink any more cum. I wondered how Mitch was coming. They were gone quite a while. That could mean that they were entering into a contract. I was feeling good for Mitch, but I wasn’t feeling good for me, stuck in this sauna.

Suddenly that germ of a story idea hit me again. I started thinking about it. As I was looking at the possibilities of how the story could go, my cock started getting hard again. This had great possibilities. My mind was developing it. I got a great idea that should appeal to the readers of the site I send my stories to. As I thought further about it, I felt my cock erupting again. I was thinking that this meant having to drink more cum. I took a healthy swig before it got to the water bottle, and tasted that mix again of water, cum and piss.

Just as I finished drinking, the voices were back. They seemed to be finishing a conversation. When the strangers left after shaking Mitch’s hand, Mitch knocked on the side and said “we’re going back home, now.”

“Do I get to come out here now?”

“No. I’m taking you back with me to my workshop.”

I figured this was not a good sign. I figured if they wanted this it would be left here. But all I could do was stay in this thing and let time pass. I was soon loaded up onto a forklift again and taken to another vehicle, driven back to the airport, loaded onto another forklift, and loaded into another plane. It was another bumpy ride back, and after landing, loaded onto another forklift to be loaded into Mitch’s van, followed by another ride, followed by being loaded onto another forklift to be set down in Mitch’s workshop. I waited. And waited. And waited. I thought I was going to be let out, but nothing was happening.

Finally I heard Mitch firing up a saw, and felt and heard him starting to open up the metal shell to let me out. At last I would be out of this sauna. When he opened up the shell, I heard him exclaim when the heat from inside came rushing out. He finally had the hole wide enough for him to pull me out.

He unbuckled, unzipped, and helped me out of the sleep sack. He also removed the connection to my cock, noticing that it was somewhat hard. He got the gas mask off, and removed the rubber hood, which got that hose out of my mouth. He was surprised at where the water bottle wound up.

Mitch was smiling when he looked at me. “Welcome back.”

“How long was I in there?”

“Three and a half days.”

“I haven’t eaten for three and a half days? Where’s dinner?”

“Sorry, but my son and I ate all the food I got to celebrate the contract I signed with NASA.”

I realized that this was the reason I had to wait to get out after getting here. “Mitch, you owe me big time for this one.”

“I know. I’ll find some way to make it up to you. You at least should have lost some weight in there.”

“Yes. A lot. Have you got some scales?”

He left to get them while I started getting dressed in the clothes I wore to come to his workshop. When he returned I got on the scales and found that I’d lost 8 pounds. At least I figured I could eat a good meal and not feel guilty about it. “Do you have any food here?”

“No. Nothing. Sorry. Thanks for everything. I need to quickly get started doing what NASA wants from me. They’ve given me a very short schedule to meet. I appreciate what you did for me. Good-bye.”

I realized that I was being rushed away. I walked to my car and drove home. On the way I got a couple of meals to go at my favorite Italian restaurant. When I got home I started in. But I found that my stomach had shrunk, and I couldn’t eat as much as my eyes thought I could. I had to put the remains in the refrigerator.

I was starting to get tired, and was looking forward to stretching out on my bed for a good night’s sleep. After I lay down, I tried thinking about that germ of a story. That was a mistake. I was soon wide awake as I was thinking about that bondage story that had turned me on while I was in Mitch’s shell. My cock soon became hard, and I went into the bathroom to start stroking it to get it to erupt. Back in my bedroom, I was still excited. I couldn’t get to sleep. So I got into my leathers and called my buddy, asking if he wanted to come over for some play. He did, and after he arrived, I was soon cuffed and gagged, with him mounting my back side.

After he’d erupted into my ass, he put my butt plug in and used an ice cube to get my cock down so he could put it in chastity. He brought my hands behind my back and cuffed them and my ankles, and cuffed me into a hogtie. He saw me dropping off, and was doing this to get me stimulated, but it didn’t work. I wanted to sleep. He asked if I wanted him to leave, and I nodded my head up and down. He asked if I wanted to be put into a sleep-sack, and I vigorously shook my head back and forth. He asked if I wanted to be kept like I was, and I sleepily nodded my head up and down. He left.

In the middle of that dream, that germ of an idea came back to me. I realized it and forced myself to wake up so I could write it down. That’s when I realized that I was bound securely and couldn’t. I looked at the clock and realized that I couldn’t call my buddy at that hour to come get me out, assuming I could work a phone, which was doubtful. By then I was wide awake again. I started thinking about that horny bondage story again, and realized that my cock was in chastity. I just lay down and slowly dropped back off to sleep again.

My buddy was by in the morning to get me out. He loved reading my stories. He asked if I’d thought of a new one, and I told him I had. When he asked what it was about, I couldn’t remember it. I’ve never been able to remember it since.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!

Mister-X/Spartan locked Cutieboy90 in Rivolier high-security cuffs, in various positions.

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