By Areallytallboy
Jeremy came to, for the umpteenth time. He had a tendency of falling asleep in bondage. On this occasion, he was securely bound in a rubber sleepsack. His head was under a layer of rubber, eyeless hood, with a layer of S10 gas mask overtop of that. The hood matched the catsuit he wore, a neck-entry job he had been slipping in and out of for play, and Saturday afternoons, for a few years. The fact that it had integrated socks and gloves made the suit extra fun for him, having always enjoyed the feeling of full enclosure, with no seams (or what he called ‘escape routes’) getting in the way. In fact, the sleepsack he was currently locked in was a back-entry zip piece, his piece of choice when playing at Phil’s.
He had been locked up in the thing for what felt like, and probably was, three or four hours. Phil had made sure Jeremy had an electro plug which comfortably, but consistently, teased his prostate. He also made sure Jeremy’s cock was securely locked in a steel chastity device — just the way they both preferred it. Upon getting Jeremy snuggly into the sack, Phil strapped belts up and down the thing, then threaded rope through the sack’s integrated D-rings to either side of the bondage bed. All that was left was a pair of noise-cancelling earphones, a little white noise piped in, and Jeremy was ready for a little Tuesday-evening meditation. Jeremy could be heard snoring as he fell into relaxed but brief bouts of sleep. And after a little teasing with the electro sessions along with a strategically placed vibrator wand, Phil eventually closed the scene, allowing Jeremy out of his bondage. Another one of their weekly sessions was over.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” said Phil, chuckling. He was always a sarcastic fella.
“You know I’m thankful, you dick,” Jeremy replied, having become accustomed to Phil’s sarcastic demeanor after years of regular nights like this.
Jeremy was thankful, as always. He had a good thing going, with a great bunch of local friends. In all, their little group amounted to six pervs, who regularly played, sharing their interest of immobilization and encasement. What made the setup even better was that all of them were in fact complete switches, without formal power relationships. They were all friends — with the benefits of having a love for tying one another up on a regular basis.
Jeremy and Phil both started cleaning up Phil’s play space, a ritual as sacred as the bondage itself. Jeremy was acutely aware that Phil in particular liked a clean space, along with the aftercare effect the action of cleaning gave him. In this light, Jeremy knew that Phil enjoyed being used as a domestic slave, in bondage of course. He took advantage of this on occasion when Phil came over to his generally messy apartment.
“Have you heard of this new guy in town?” Phil asked Jeremy absent-mindedly.
“You mean the one who only goes by ‘O.E.T.’?” Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot about him.
In fact, from the group, Jeremy had heard quite a bit about O.E.T. The first mention of him came from Mark, who touted him as having an insane gear collection, notably a chair that Mark wouldn’t stop talking about. Jack had also touted the guy as being purportedly the best bondage fuck he’d ever received. Finally, Graham had had a few things to say about him. Like Mark and Jack, Graham had played with O.E.T., having been suspended for a long session, only Graham, always the suspicious one, had shown a little more reservation towards him, owing to his unwillingness to divulge where O.E.T. had learned his craft.
All, however, had been quite adamant that O.E.T. was quite gifted in mind-fucking each of them. He seemed to have an almost uncanny ability to find and exploit their individual fantasies, and set up bondage scenes accordingly.
“We’ve just been calling him ‘Sir’,” Phil replied.
Jeremy was surprised to hear that his friends had been communicating, playing, and even becoming casual with this guy. Not that he took issue over it. He knew his friends to be safe and sane, but like Graham, Jeremy was also the ever-suspicious one, keeping his guard up until trust was established. Knowing this, and knowing his friends had at least talked to O.E.T., Jeremy figured the best thing to do would be to reach out and see for himself. He did wonder, though.
“Do you know if Jake has met the guy?” Jeremy inquired. Jake was the sixth member of their little group, who had been traveling for work for the past four weeks. He sent a few of his friends updates on the trip, but none had really discussed anything substantive.
Phil thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, once he heard that Sir was into watersports, he went for a session. At least that’s what he told me in one of his emails.” Jake’s biggest kink was bondage and watersports. Unfortunately, not everyone in the group shared this kink, though they did indulge the bound Jake with a funnel gag from time to time.
Later that night, the horned-up sensation of bondage, denial, along with the residual smell of his latex kept him thinking about O.E.T. Having jotted down ‘Sir’s’ contact information from Phil, he contacted him, asking if he’d be interested in meeting. To Jeremy’s liking, he received a response within ten minutes:
“Nice to meet you, Jeremy. I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting your friends Jack, Graham, Mark, Jake and Phil. Seems like you have a great little bondage brotherhood there. I would very much like to meet the sixth member of the group. Give me an idea of the kinds of fantasies which turn you right on, and I will set up a scene which will blow your mind. Get back to me soon.
-Sir”
Jeremy was surprised. Perhaps it was because he had expected someone a little more firm, or at least a little more dominant. But this might simply have been a down-to-earth guy being friendly during an initial communication. Either way, Jeremy obliged, responding with a general idea of his likes: the usual bondage, complete immobilization, denial and storage. He offered one fantasy, involving a scene where he was immobilized in a sleepsack, then a rigid, form-fitting case, kept hidden under the floorboards, so only his top and he knew his location and predicament. In this fantasy, Jeremy would be kept in a spiked chastity device, with regular stimulation of his prostate and electro wired to the chastity tube. He received another reply within minutes of sending this.
“All that sounds right up my alley. I’d very much like to host you here. I understand if you feel any apprehension towards moving straight to play, but I’m sure your friends have been more than reassuring, already.
-Sir”
Sir left his coordinates, and soon he and Jeremy had a play date scheduled.
The day soon came, and Jeremy made his way to O.E.T.’s home. After a drive out to the outer suburbs, he found the residence, and was struck by what he saw. The house was impressive. A modern construction of slate and glass, set on roughly an acre of land, the nearest neighbor roughly a hundred yards up the street. The house had clearly just been built, evidenced by the lack of mature trees on the plot, along with the still-visible creases in the lawn sod. As requested by O.E.T, Jeremy parked his car in the laneway by the garage door, exited, and walked to the front door. He rang the bell, and was greeted by ‘Sir.’
In front of him was a man of no more than 35. He has a tall, slim build, ink visible on both arms, cropped brown hair, subtle steel barbells in both ears, and piercing brown eyes. If he had to guess, Jeremy would have taken him for a techie, like so many others in this city. Sir’s immediate stature was neither threatening, nor intimidating. To Jeremy, he looked like he’d fit into the group nicely.
“Hi Jeremy, I’m Sir. Please, come in,” he said, closing the door after Jeremy had entered the thoroughly modern home. “I hope you like the place. I just had it built and am still working out a few of the details. Sir gave Jeremy a quick tour of the main floor. “I trust that your friends have told you everything you need to know about me, and since you showed up, I assume you’re satisfied with their words of wisdom. Follow me.”
Sir led Jeremy down the hallway, and with the flick of his smartwatch, a hidden door opened out of a wall. “I built this house with concealment in mind,” he chuckled. Before them was a staircase leading down into a basement, curiously featuring a 12-foot ceiling. The basement featured a pair of doors. “I had function and kink in-mind,” he added. Through the first door was a large workshop, easily taking up three quarters of the basement’s area. Jeremy noticed dozens of power tools, presses and many other items he could only recognize as heavy machinery. There was even a garage door leading to what Jeremy assumed was the backyard. “I love making my own little toys.” Sir then led Jeremy to the second door. “This is my gear room,” he said as he opened the door to a smaller, but still sizeable space, filled neatly to the brim with every kind of bondage, rubber, leather, neoprene, PVC and spandex gear imaginable.
Jeremy took it all in. He loved the sight, feel and smell of gear, particularly of rubber. The objectifying, dehumanizing sensation of being encased in layers of it, with each layer rendering him more and more immobile, at the mercy of the one person zipping up the zippers, fastening the buckles, and locking the padlocks. Walking into all this gear, he couldn’t help but give pieces a feel and get a whiff. He reached the middle of the room, with Sir in toe. No use in trying to hide his erection. He was a seasoned player, and was practically drooling at the thought of some inescapable bondage with Sir.
“Well, let me explain what I plan on doing with you this evening. Firstly, we’re going to get you into quite a bit of rubber, then we’re going to be storing you upstairs. I’m looking forward to seeing how well you remain quiet and blend in with the background.”
At this point, Sir produced a full catsuit, glossy black, with integrated feet, gloves and hood. Opening the back zip, he handed the piece to Jeremy, who had almost instantly stripped in preparation for and in anticipation of encasement. He slid his feet in the lightly lubed suit, followed by his legs, expertly smoothing out any wrinkles in the latex. Pulling the suit past his crotch, he couldn’t help but notice a pouch in the crotch area, lined in a hard shell of very thick and rigid rubber.
“For our first time together, I think I’ll just keep you frustrated without the need of a chastity cage. Once you’re in your predicament, you’ll be unable to rub much. However, if you do manage to blow a load, there will be no reprieve for you until I’m ready.”
Jeremy understood, and continued putting the catsuit on. Once he had the integrated hood over his head, Sir zipped the rear zip, finishing it off with the distinct click of a small padlock. Sir then produced a new hood, this one eyeless, with an anatomical mold, finished off with a tube gag. He pulled it over Jeremy’s head, effectively leaving him blind. Following this, Jeremy felt a pair of rubber fist mitts locked onto his hands. Lastly, a collar and leash were buckled around his neck. Feeling a pull on the leash, he was led up a flight of stairs, and through several twists and turns, until stopped. Once stopped, he heard the sound of an actuator, the snap-sound of opening clamps, followed by Sir’s voice:
“Alright boy, I want you to slowly sit down. Once there, you’ll feel a depression behind you. I want you to then turn and lie down in the depression.”
Jeremy did as he was ordered. He found himself in a padded space sized just right for him to comfortably lie in. He then felt movement on the breathing tube, which was obviously being attached to something. A cover was then closed, clips clipped shut, and then the distinct sound of the actuator motor. Following this, he felt his entire world start to contract and tighten. Having experienced something like this before, he recognized it immediately as the lining around him inflating to hold him rigidly in place, completely unable to move a muscle. Sir’s voice cracked into a speaker set just to the side of his immobilized head.
“Here’s what’s happening, boy. You’re currently safely confined in the false-bottom of my living-room sofa. From outside, it appears as a regular, black leather couch, and given its framing, along with the bolts holding to the floor, and the lining of that case kept inflated by a compressor in the basement, no one except I will know you’re in there. This evening I have a working dinner planned with some colleagues. We will be doing most of our meeting and work in this very room. You will remain there, and not bother my guests, not that I’m worried that you will. As I told you earlier, this home was built with concealment in mind. To me there’s nothing hotter than having a sub stored away in plain sight.”
“I’ve really taken to your friends, by the way. Clearly you’re all into objectification in your own way. This became abundantly clear to me when they, like you, shared their fantasies with me.”
Jeremy acutely recalled some of the fantasies he had heard, over the years, from his friends. He remembered Jack mentioning being perpetually hooked up to a pair of fuck machines, working both his mouth and ass, while being trapped in rigid bondage, his other senses bombarded by audio and video sounds and sights of heavy bondage and S&M. Mark loved the concept of human furniture, similar to the predicament Jeremy was currently in, though Mark had always preferred the fantasy of being of use only to the person responsible for his predicament. Jake had wanted to be forced into anything involving watersports, like being a public urinal pig, bound to a wall in a dank bathroom. Phil loved the idea of serving his Sir, as a lube or clean-up slave, while remaining bound. As for Graham, well, Graham wasn’t so much into objectification as he was suspension. That much Jeremy was sure of.
“I’ve enjoyed playing with all of you, and am so glad you finally made it out to see me. Now sit back and enjoy being a piece of furniture, boy. Only you and I know you’re here.”
The speaker went dead, and Jeremy was trapped. Cock hard, he began testing out his bonds, he found the slight ability to thrust on the rigid piece encasing his cock and balls. Realizing just how immobile he was simply made him harder. Within minutes he heard the muffled sound of chatter around him. There were people in the house. He felt the tiniest of a thud, realizing that someone had sat on the couch. He could feel them move around! He wanted to yell out, but knew better than to give himself up. He then heard a new crackle in the speaker.
“So, Earl, what do you think of the place?” said Sir.
“Love it. It really fits you.” Responded an unfamiliar voice.
“How about that couch? I had it custom-made” Sir asked.
“So comfortable. I could live on this couch,” proclaimed the unfamiliar voice.
“Wonderful,” said Sir, “I know THE COUCH would never argue with that.”
Hearing those words, Jeremy shot a massive load. He would shoot twice more before hearing the voices exit the room, followed by the front door. Shortly after that, the lining of the box deflated, and he once again heard the actuator, the clips and the lid opened up. Jeremy was led back downstairs, where the gear was unlocked and removed.
“Four hours. Not bad,” Sir indicated.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“Still horny, Sir. Thank you.”
“Listen, I like to play a game with my subs, which involves them keeping the details of our scenes between us, and us alone. Would you indulge me, and not tell the others about my couch? They’ll find out about it in due time, and I don’t like spoiling the surprises of my home.”
“No problem, Sir,” replied Jeremy. He loved mind games like this.
Sir watched Jeremy dress, and walked him up the stairs. Jeremy asked to use the washroom before leaving, to which Sir happily obliged. Upon entering the main floor washroom, Jeremy couldn’t help but notice the presence of a urinal on the wall. “Definitely designed by a perv,” Jeremy thought as he relieved himself and pressed the button, which silently flushed the urinal. After washing his hands, he exited to the hallway.
“Like it? I had urinals installed in all the bathrooms. A few of them are set up for some covert watersports, too,” said Sir. “Don’t worry. I know this is mainly Jake’s thing. I can’t tell you how much fun he had here when we first met.”
The two agreed to meet again soon, and Jeremy walked to his car, driving away from the house.
Upon closing the front door, Sir returned to the washroom to relieve himself using the silent-flushing urinal. He smiled as he pressed the button opening the valve, allowing his piss to drain. Having zipped his fly, he pressed a button on his smartwatch, and a panel next to the urinal slid open. He stepped down two steps into a small room, set behind the bathroom wall. In the center of the room was a molded fiberglass case, with clips holding its two sides together. Pipes converged into a large one at the top of the molded case. Running his hands over the smooth case, Sir unclipped the clasps holding its two pieces together, splitting the halves apart. He smiled at what he saw.
In front of him was a steel frame, containing a black rubber figure. The figure was strapped in one-piece heavy-gauge molded suit, keeping its occupant in a strict hogtie position. The form was on its knees, with attachments linked to the steel frame keeping it stood up. It wore a heavy posture collar, with a thick, faceless hood on the figure’s head. The latex appeared to have no entry points, and was composed of bonded seams. Sir knew full well that the unit in this suit was a permanent addition to his home. The tube entering the fiberglass case led into the mouth of the suit’s occupant, with another tube leading from the form’s crotch area to the mouth tube. Sir built the system to recycle waste randomly, while at other times it would dispose of it. The system kept the occupant’s muscles active through electric stimulation, and periodically filled the suit with water and a cleaning solution to keep the occupant relatively clean. It also kept the occupant plugged and fed via the hose in the plug, in addition of course to any nutrients it received in its mouth.
Sir put his hand on the figure’s head, which elicited an immediate response of struggle and muffled moans coming from the mouth, which remained forced open. Sensing the movement, Sir’s system introduced a mild anesthetic to the occupant’s air supply, calming it down.
“You’re working out nicely, boy. I’ve decided to keep you here to process the house’s urinals indefinitely. And just so you know, one of tonight’s loads belonged to a friend of yours. You remember Jeremy? Soon he and his friends will be back, and you all will be together again.”
The figure once again frantically struggled against its bondage, belting out muffled screams as Sir closed the case, clasped it shut, re-engaged the pipe, and exited the hidden room. That night, before turning in, he took one last piss in the urinal of his master bath. He smiled as he pressed the flush button, knowing that this would actuate the valve in the pipe, forcing his stream of piss into the mouth of his victim.
“Jake is working out beautifully,” said Sir to himself as he hopped into bed.
To be continued …
Part 2
By Areallytallboy
Over the next few weeks, the boys included Sir more and more in their regular play. Jeremy in particular returned several times, largely to be stored back in Sir’s awesome couch. Each time he returned, Sir upped the ante, making use of increasingly more secure chastity devices, thicker catsuits, larger, electro-equipped butt plugs, and even catheters. Sir also insisted that they increase Jeremy’s time spent stored, from the initial four hours, to six, to ten, to fourteen. Jeremy felt more and more comfortable around Sir, trusting his craft and skill, admiring the man for his kinky creations.
Jeremy would learn that many of the pieces of equipment in Sir’s workshop served the purpose of molding fiberglass, bending steel and thus creating many of the concealed storage units all over the house. He learned that his friends were also subject to these units, but as much as Jeremy asked, Sir never revealed where these pieces were, nor who of his friends had been using them. In his mind, Jeremy found the concept unbelievably hot — knowing that only Sir knew who used what, that as a symbolic act of objectification, the boys subject to these units would never know where the other units were, or who, if anyone, occupied them.
Jake still hadn’t returned from his trip, which wasn’t going unnoticed by the group. He was responding to emails, indicating, frustratingly, that his assignment had been extended. Nothing out of the ordinary for him. Meanwhile, Mark and Jack had been unavailable for play for the past week, owing to their own work schedules at the company that employed them both. Phil, for his part, had been occasionally playing, but had become increasingly withdrawn during their sessions. Jeremy, when not with Sir, had been spending time with Graham. Graham had maintained his reservations about O.E.M for some time. He played with the guy a few times, but it never reached the intensity raved about by the others. He and Jeremy were cleaning up after a suspension scene one night, when the topic of conversation turned to ‘Sir.’
“Phil’s been at the guy’s place almost every night this week,” said Graham. “He won’t tell me what they’re doing, other than that he’s feeling unbelievably fulfilled by the experience. What does that even mean?”
“It means Sir is tapping into Phil’s deep fantasies. He’s been getting into my head, too.”
“Does that not make you nervous?” inquired Graham.
“Not really. I trust the guy,” said Jeremy, confidently.
At that point, Jeremy’s phone chimed in with a new email. He grabbed his phone and read it.
Hi boy, I’m gonna be out of town for the next week, but when I get back I’m going to want to try something new with you. In fact I’m going to get the six of you in on this one and have some fun. Come to my place for Tuesday at 8 pm, and we’ll get to it. As usual, no details to be leaked to Phil, Jake, Jack, Mark or Graham (who I know you’re playing with tonight). They have their own instruction.
Before you show up, I want you to spend at least 48 hours on a liquid diet, and of course you do not have permission to cum between now and then. See you Tuesday at 8.
-Sir”
“Speak of the devil,” said Jeremy, looking up after reading the message, to find Graham doing the same on his phone.
“Don’t expect me to take part in this, Jeremy. I’m just not feeling it with this guy,” said Graham. “Let me know how it goes, but I’m going to abstain.”
Jeremy considered this par for the course for Graham. He had always been the last to trust a new player. In time he would come around. Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder how, or, if, Graham’s refusal to play would affect Sir’s upcoming scene.
***
Tuesday came. A starving but horned-up Jeremy had been dying of anticipation all week. He had spent almost every night wearing a rubber catsuit, making sure to lock on a large butt plug, along with a chastity device. He would have liked to have been bound for the week leading up to this surprise with Sir, but no one was available. Even Graham chose to decline play, stating he didn’t want to indulge Jeremy in buildup with a person he didn’t trust.
Jeremy was instructed to park in Sir’s laneway, enter the house, go straight to the front door, and await instruction. Having parked in the laneway, he made his way to the door, standing there for a few minutes. Suddenly an arm reached out from behind him, forcing a sweet-smelling rag in his face. Panicked flails of Jeremy’s arms proved futile as he quickly calmed and went limp.
He was awake. That he knew. Jeremy could feel his lungs working, breathing in, and then out. The echo sound of each breath let him know his head was in fact covered in something, likely a hood. He could only assume Sir had pulled a knock-out scene on him, but his current state still baffled him. Having figured out his breathing, he attempted to look around. His eyes were definitely unobstructed by a blindfold, but he couldn’t see anything. Either the room was dark, or this hood had no eyes. Now to move his limbs — nothing. He tried turning his head, moving his arms, legs, feet, toes, fingers, with exactly zero result. There was a gag in his mouth. Not a butterfly, no, this one filled every surface in his mouth, as though molded directly in it. It was made of some kind of thick silicone. It wasn’t rigid, but certainly had next to no give in it. There was definitely a tube in it, allowing him to breathe. Finally, he felt the plug in his ass. It was a big one. Steel by the feel of it. This was confirmed when it began giving off an electric current, pulsating against his prostate. If he wasn’t already awake, the plug’s pulsations would certainly have ended his disturbed sleep.
He suddenly felt his world start to rotate. Whatever he was lying on rotated him to a vertical position. It was then that two small screens lit up in front of him. It seemed that this hood had small screens in front of the eyes. The light they gave off started faintly, and over the course of a minute, they lit to their full intensity. A video feed then turned on, and he could see Sir in front of him, or where he assumed was in front of him.
“Welcome back, boy.” said Sir, the sound of his voice crackling over earphones embedded in Jeremy’s ears. “Your vital signs told me you had awoken, and that you’ve been doing a little assessment of your current predicament. I’ll let you know right now that you cannot remove yourself from this one. Let me introduce you to the magic of 3D printing.”
The screen went black, and Jeremy could feel clamps being clasped open around him. He sensed that his feet were now supporting him, though he continued to be completely unable to move. The screens then turned back on, allowing him to see a mirror that had been placed in front of him.
Reflected in front of him was the outline of a human being, but only an outline. From head to toe, this form was covered by rigid and glossy black panels. The panels seemed to be split at the joints, and by the look of them, went all the way around the figure. Looking over the figure, he could see the anatomical face looking straight into the mirror, small lenses made up the eyes, a small nose under them and a smooth black panel where the mouth would be. Seeing this, Jeremy’s cock instantly went erect, which elicited a painful scream.
“Wow, that made its way past the soundproofing, boy. I assume you’ve figured out that your cock is contained in a fun little device. It’s a steel piece, with blunted spikes lining the shaft and ring. As an fyi, the spikes are wired for electro, in the event I want to have some fun teasing the cum out of you. There’s a catheter in there, as well, so no need to worry about getting out of the suit anytime soon, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
Sir stepped back in front of the figure.
“My couch box, the one you’ve come to enjoy, also doubles as a scanner. Since we started playing, I’ve been using your body scans to fabricate this suit for you. I’m really proud of this, considering it’s an advancement from my previous work. Each panel conforms to your body, and the panels are joined by hinges, bound by magnetic locks. This means that with the press of a command on an app on my end, the suit will release the magnets on some or all of the locks holding your limbs together. This would explain why you’re unable to move right now. As for the hood, it’s another product of the body scan. It’s molded to your head, with a nice thick layer of soundproof carbon fiber lining it. As you can see, the hood is complete with cameras for your eyes, integrated earphones that fit perfectly in your ear canals, and a gag fitting perfectly in your mouth. The gag contains both a feeding and breathing tube. There are also tubes in your nostrils, allowing for breathing, or the introduction of knock-out gasses.”
Sir continued. “You’re wearing a base layer of rubber. It’s a full suit, with an internal set of nozzles that will deliver a cleaning solution on a regular basis. Your body hair was removed while you were out, so that you can better enjoy our little scene. Oh, and you’ll find electrodes stuck to various limbs and muscles, to keep you in relative shape while wearing the suit. Finally, the plug has its own nozzle in it, both to clean you out on a regular basis, and to deliver nutrients that you will absorb”
Jeremy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and what he saw. In his wildest fantasies he had dreamed of being subjected to a self-contained and completely controlled level of bondage, and now he was in it.
“Before I set you up for our scene, I’d like to show you the other pieces I’ve fabricated for the house. Follow me, boy.” As he uttered those words, he pressed a button on his watch, and the magnets locking Jeremy’s hips, knees and ankles released. He was able to maintain a steady balance as he slowly followed Sir out of the gear room, and up the stairs to the main floor. Heading up the stairs, the video feed on his eyes narrowed to the sight of Sir’s back, with no peripheral vision or ability to reference to familiar points in the house. Jeremy’s cock continued to strain against the spiked device, realizing the level of control he had actually lost.
Suddenly Jeremy’s legs locked up again. The video feed then expanded. Jeremy was in a large room, clearly an office, complete with a glass desk, modern glass shelves, and what appeared to be an overly thick leather desk chair. He couldn’t help but notice the chair’s high back, and its long leg, allowing the user to recline.
“This is where I work, boy. Normally this room is off-limits. In fact, you’re the only other person, besides me, to be allowed in here. Not even the third person currently in this room has seen it.
The chair, Jeremy thought, as Sir walked over and sat behind his desk.
“What I love about this chair is its versatility,” he said with a smirk. “Mark spilled the beans to you about my chair, I hear. That’s yet another body scanner of mine. It was pretty easy to use high-density foam along with my fiberglass molds to make a perfect mold for him. He got here on Friday, and like you, woke up with quite a surprise. When I told him where he was, he shot on the spot. The best part of this chair, though, is that the center piston that holds it up is actually pinned to a dildo stuck in Mark’s ass. Whenever I sit on it, Mark will get nicely fucked.” Sir then stood up and proceeded to remove the very top panel of the chair, exposing a hood much like the one Jeremy wore, only without eyes. Sir ran his hand over the hood, eliciting a barely audible response of screams from the hood. “He doesn’t need eyes in his hood, but I did equip his hood with earphones.” Sir replaced the chair’s panel. “Mark wanted to be dedicated, as an object, only to his Master. He got his wish. We’ll see how long he lasts.”
Jeremy regained control of his legs as Sir walked by him. “Follow me,” he instructed.
His peripheral vision narrowed once again, as they climbed another set of stairs. They found themselves in a large bedroom. As his legs locked up, vision came back to Jeremy, he could see that the modern theme continued here, as well. The room contained a large four-post bondage bed, and nothing else, save for the large dresser in front of it.
“This is where I sleep. I also occasionally get into some light play up here. I guess Jack told you he enjoyed being fucked by me. I couldn’t agree more. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I wanted him available a bit more often for my use.” By the press of a button on the watch, the side and top panels of the dresser folded away, with the base rising three feet off the ground. The dresser’s content was revealed.
In front of them was the outline of a body on all fours, with extensions to posts in its front and back. Another press of Sir’s watch actuated the shiny black fiberglass halves of the outline, which folded away, revealing a rubber-clad body, held up by a steel and leather rig, with fucking machines slowly working at the body’s ass and mouth. The figure’s hood again matched Jeremy’s, only it had an fixed open mouth, allowing the dildo in.
“Jack got here on Saturday. I had him get in a nice, thick-gauge rubber suit. He even put the hood on himself. I then put the rigid mitts on him and then rigged him on the frame and fucked him for literally hours. When I finished, he got a catheter, and the two fuck machines. I then told him he’d be sticking around for a while, closed up the mold, then the dresser. He’s been running on this since then, and won’t stop cumming. I’d say he likes it.” Sir hit a button and the machine in Jack’s ass sped up. Not a minute later, Jeremy distinctly heard a loud grunt coming from Jack’s dildo-impaled mouth, followed by the sound of swallowing.
Sir chimed back in “I rigged the system so that every time he blows a load, it flows through the catheter and back into the dildo in his mouth. I cannot tell you how much I’ve enjoyed driving him nuts with this feature.” Sir pressed another button, and the fiberglass halves sealed Jack back in his fiberglass cocoon. The dresser then re-formed, and Jack was once again out of sight. “And now for my next piece,” Sir said, as a hidden door opened at the opposite end of the room. Revealing a room no larger than a closet, lights illuminated its content.
“Approach”, ordered Sir.
The form in the closet stood up. It was a figure attired similarly to Jeremy, with several notable features. Its hands were replaced with small boxes, its hood was not anatomical, but rather molded, showing a face identical to that of Phil’s, displaying an expression of Phil in mid-orgasm, mouth open. It had a large dildo between its legs, with a rigid codpiece under that. Its shiny black form approached Sir, moving slowly and in an almost robotic manner.
“Service position,” Sir stated loudly. The form then bent onto its knees and extended its hands at shoulder-height on either side of it, before going completely rigid.
“Phil got here on Sunday. To be fair, he’s been coming here daily for the past month. Each time, he’s been subjected to an intense battery of visual and audio stimulation, all while bound in various positions. The programs he’s been subjected to have been retraining his brain to respond to my commands, and to seek only to serve the commands I give him. He’s also been re-trained to move using the constraints of the suit I created for him. You see, when I discovered Phil’s fantasy, I also discovered his profound desire to be used as an object, and particularly an object existing to facilitate and witness his owner’s pleasure, it was easy to have him submit. He’s quite happy here, aren’t you?”
A robotic voice emanated from the figure: “Yes Sir”.
“His hands are encased in rigid plastic, and the boxes on top of them contain various supplies I generally resort to when I have play friends over. Take a look,” he said, and the boxes opened to show a litany of condoms, lubes, and various cockrings, ball weights and bottles of poppers. “Just the basics, but that’s all I need from this unit. And I haven’t even shown you the best part.” He then barked an order towards the figure: “Lubricate.”
Having said this, drool started leaking out of the figure’s mouth. Sir stuck two fingers in the open hole, removing them and wiping them on Jeremy’s rigid chest plate.
“I added a little pipe under the suit, which feeds lube to this unit’s open mouth. It means I can face fuck it to lube my cock, and go right back to whatever, or whoever, I’m playing with.” Sir replaced his fingers in the figure’s mouth hole and thrusted in and out, eliciting a moan from the body inside the shell. “It helps that whenever something is inserted, the fat plug stabbing its prostate will pulsate with electricity …” Sir chuckled. “Store,” said Sir, at which point the ‘unit’ got to its feet, and shuffled back into the closet, which closed, once again hidden behind the wall.
Sir led Jeremy out of the bedroom. Jeremy’s vision again narrowed, as he was led down a flight of stairs, into what he recognized as the main floor washroom. Sir locked Jeremy’s suit as he unzipped and pissed in the urinal. “There’s one more setup I’d like to show you before we get to something different,” he said while emptying his bladder.
Having flushed the urinal, he once again pressed a button on his watch, revealing the hidden door in the bathroom. Walking in, Jeremy was allowed to follow, with his sight narrowed. Sir began to speak. “You’ve probably been wondering how all these pieces become self-contained. I mean, realistically your friends will need to come out, right?” He mused. “I’ve actually built in self-cleaning devices in each suit, just like yours. And like yours, they all have outlet ports that hook up to drainage pipes in the house. Specifically, the cleaning water is simply disposed up as-needed. As for the urine collected from your catheters, well, see for yourself.” Sir allowed the sight on Jeremy’s lenses to expand. Before Jeremy were five pipes, each with its own label: MARK, PHIL, JACK, JEREMY, GRAHAM.
Jeremy froze, as did the suit encasing him. It was then that Sir unlocked the magnets holding Jeremy’s neck straight, allowing Jeremy to turn and see the rubber figure, hogtied on its knees, bolted to the frame, under the open case. He realized each of the pipes led to the mouth of the figure, and became acutely aware of the absence of a name on the pipes …
“My processing unit,” said Sir, proudly. “You knew him as Jake. He’s been here about two months now, and is working out beautifully. He processes the waste generated by your friends, along with anything flushed down the urinals. He was such a piss pig, I simply had to have him. He showed up for our first visit and hasn’t left, since. It was pretty easy to be him, online, to placate the rest of you, I must say. If all goes to plan, I shouldn’t need another processing unit for quite a while.”
With his neck still mobile, Jeremy looked back at the pipes. He kept his eye on the one labeled ‘GRAHAM.’ Suddenly his neck returned to its rigid state, and a sweet smell entered his nose.
“Time for your conversion, boy,” said Sir, as the lenses cut out and Jeremy fell into a deep sleep.
Slowly, Jeremy began to realize consciousness. As before, his world was black. Senses deprived, he quickly remembered what he had witnessed. Seeing the gimped Jack, forced for months to recycle over and over, in that painful position. Bearing witness to those five pipes, and particularly the fifth one. Graham had bowed out, Jeremy knew it. He tried not to think of the fate which could have befallen his overly cautious friend. The screens in his eyes suddenly came back to life.
Displayed in front of his eyes was a clip show. Firstly were the resignation letters of he and his five friends, effective the dates they were written. Next were pictures of movers boxing up belongings at each of their homes, along with photos of their empty houses and apartments. Pictures of boxes labeled to addresses all over the world were up next. Then shots of each of their cars being crushed and cubed at a junkyard. More letters quickly shot across the screens, these to family and close friends, indicating the intentions of each of the six to move far away, severing their local ties. Their signatures were forged perfectly. Next was clip was a video, showing a collection of every piece of ID the six friends owned, in a vat, being doused by lighter fluid and incinerated.
Another video then appeared, this one showing what Jeremy could only assume was his encased form, being lowered by winch into a case, keeping him in a spread-eagle position. The case appeared to be like the others; fiberglass, made to fit his body, and the solid panels imprisoning it, in place. He saw Sir close the case’s top. The top was molded in such a way that it displayed the outline of a muscular, bound sub, limbs spread in every direction. Sir then plugged in wiring and piping to the box and removed himself from the void that contained the case. What appeared to be a glass panel then lowered on top of the entire contraption. The video feed panned out, and Jeremy realized he was now embedded in the entryway floor of Sir’s modern home. Sir looked at the camera and spoke:
“The glass is a little feature I found abroad. It can be set to opaque, or one-way mirrored. Let me show you.” Sir pressed his watch, and the glass turned white. Another command, and the glass turned mirrored, then back to clear. “This way I can entertain my vanilla friends, or leave the house inconspicuous for the maid, while I can also enjoy my floor feature, or display it for kinky and kink-minded visitors.”
Jeremy remained perplexed as to the need for a mirrored setting.
“Ah…” said Sir as he set the panel to a mirror setting. “Well, see for yourself.”
A new video appeared before Jeremy’s eyes. The view from camera set high up in what Jeremy recognized immediately as Graham’s apartment. The door opened, and Graham walked in. Walking past the first doorway in the apartment, a figure stood up behind him, cloth in-hand, and gripped Graham’s face. He went limp. “Graham was a bit of a hold-out. He had clearly made up his mind, but not to worry, I figured he’d appreciate being housed with his friends.”
The video feed changed. The image on the screens faced straight up. He could see the soles of Sir’s boots. There Sir was, in the floor inches away from Jeremy’s encased and immobilized body. Sir handled his watch, and suddenly a ceiling panel high above the both of them opened. Winching down from the rafters in the ceiling was a case of pure white. The polished case took the exact form of a body stuck in a tight, unyielding hogtie. The form hung there, illuminated by spotlights on all walls. The head-portion of the case displayed a face matching that of a terrified Graham, its eyes replaced by a pair of black lenses.
“Like you, he now has selective vision. He knows you’re all here, in this home, with him. But unlike you, he has no idea where, or what, you have all been transformed into. When he is brought out and winched down as the centerpiece of my foyer, his lenses will show only his reflection in the mirrored floor. He will be reminded at all times of the suspended object he is, and will be from now on.”
“The case is a tight fit. He has a very thin, clear rubber self-cleaning catsuit on. There’s a large plug in his ass that is programmed to run when he is on display. He can move just enough to sway slightly back and forth, so I can always see his torment. That molded cock in the case contains his actual cock, which, aside from the catheter leading to my urinal processing unit, contains a number of electro bands which will shock him when he is not responding to the plug’s stimulations. He will learn to stay hard and struggle when he is on display, and the cock-piece will reward him accordingly. Failing to enjoy his predicament will result in intense pain. Through this program, I hope to have him trained in a few months.”
The suspended case retreated back into the ceiling, and Sir’s boots returned to frame. He looked down, into the lenses of Jeremy’s hood.
“This way, boy, I’ll never be alone in this home. This way, I know I’ve fulfilled the deepest fantasies of six pervs. In time you will all forget your former identities, and fully embrace your role, be it an object for my comfort, for the use of your owner, or for beauty. I hope you enjoy it. I certainly will.”
The plug flushed Jeremy’s insides and began an electro program. He felt the rhythmic, repetitive ins and outs of the respirator controlling his breath, along with the increasing electro signals stimulating his cock, which painfully hardened against the spikes of the unrelenting chastity locked on him. Simultaneously, the video feed in his eyes faded to black, and his ears filled with the soothing sounds of Sir’s voice. Jeremy slowly fell into unconsciousness to the repeating of a simple phrase:
“Property of Object Encasement Top.”
The End
Tthank Areallytallboy for this story. You can find Areallytallboy on Recon and Xtube (same screen name), and also check out his Tumblr page, available here.
By Areallytallboy
Over the next few weeks, the boys included Sir more and more in their regular play. Jeremy in particular returned several times, largely to be stored back in Sir’s awesome couch. Each time he returned, Sir upped the ante, making use of increasingly more secure chastity devices, thicker catsuits, larger, electro-equipped butt plugs, and even catheters. Sir also insisted that they increase Jeremy’s time spent stored, from the initial four hours, to six, to ten, to fourteen. Jeremy felt more and more comfortable around Sir, trusting his craft and skill, admiring the man for his kinky creations.
Jeremy would learn that many of the pieces of equipment in Sir’s workshop served the purpose of molding fiberglass, bending steel and thus creating many of the concealed storage units all over the house. He learned that his friends were also subject to these units, but as much as Jeremy asked, Sir never revealed where these pieces were, nor who of his friends had been using them. In his mind, Jeremy found the concept unbelievably hot — knowing that only Sir knew who used what, that as a symbolic act of objectification, the boys subject to these units would never know where the other units were, or who, if anyone, occupied them.
Jake still hadn’t returned from his trip, which wasn’t going unnoticed by the group. He was responding to emails, indicating, frustratingly, that his assignment had been extended. Nothing out of the ordinary for him. Meanwhile, Mark and Jack had been unavailable for play for the past week, owing to their own work schedules at the company that employed them both. Phil, for his part, had been occasionally playing, but had become increasingly withdrawn during their sessions. Jeremy, when not with Sir, had been spending time with Graham. Graham had maintained his reservations about O.E.M for some time. He played with the guy a few times, but it never reached the intensity raved about by the others. He and Jeremy were cleaning up after a suspension scene one night, when the topic of conversation turned to ‘Sir.’
“Phil’s been at the guy’s place almost every night this week,” said Graham. “He won’t tell me what they’re doing, other than that he’s feeling unbelievably fulfilled by the experience. What does that even mean?”
“It means Sir is tapping into Phil’s deep fantasies. He’s been getting into my head, too.”
“Does that not make you nervous?” inquired Graham.
“Not really. I trust the guy,” said Jeremy, confidently.
At that point, Jeremy’s phone chimed in with a new email. He grabbed his phone and read it.
Hi boy, I’m gonna be out of town for the next week, but when I get back I’m going to want to try something new with you. In fact I’m going to get the six of you in on this one and have some fun. Come to my place for Tuesday at 8 pm, and we’ll get to it. As usual, no details to be leaked to Phil, Jake, Jack, Mark or Graham (who I know you’re playing with tonight). They have their own instruction.
Before you show up, I want you to spend at least 48 hours on a liquid diet, and of course you do not have permission to cum between now and then. See you Tuesday at 8.
-Sir”
“Speak of the devil,” said Jeremy, looking up after reading the message, to find Graham doing the same on his phone.
“Don’t expect me to take part in this, Jeremy. I’m just not feeling it with this guy,” said Graham. “Let me know how it goes, but I’m going to abstain.”
Jeremy considered this par for the course for Graham. He had always been the last to trust a new player. In time he would come around. Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder how, or, if, Graham’s refusal to play would affect Sir’s upcoming scene.
***
Tuesday came. A starving but horned-up Jeremy had been dying of anticipation all week. He had spent almost every night wearing a rubber catsuit, making sure to lock on a large butt plug, along with a chastity device. He would have liked to have been bound for the week leading up to this surprise with Sir, but no one was available. Even Graham chose to decline play, stating he didn’t want to indulge Jeremy in buildup with a person he didn’t trust.
Jeremy was instructed to park in Sir’s laneway, enter the house, go straight to the front door, and await instruction. Having parked in the laneway, he made his way to the door, standing there for a few minutes. Suddenly an arm reached out from behind him, forcing a sweet-smelling rag in his face. Panicked flails of Jeremy’s arms proved futile as he quickly calmed and went limp.
He was awake. That he knew. Jeremy could feel his lungs working, breathing in, and then out. The echo sound of each breath let him know his head was in fact covered in something, likely a hood. He could only assume Sir had pulled a knock-out scene on him, but his current state still baffled him. Having figured out his breathing, he attempted to look around. His eyes were definitely unobstructed by a blindfold, but he couldn’t see anything. Either the room was dark, or this hood had no eyes. Now to move his limbs — nothing. He tried turning his head, moving his arms, legs, feet, toes, fingers, with exactly zero result. There was a gag in his mouth. Not a butterfly, no, this one filled every surface in his mouth, as though molded directly in it. It was made of some kind of thick silicone. It wasn’t rigid, but certainly had next to no give in it. There was definitely a tube in it, allowing him to breathe. Finally, he felt the plug in his ass. It was a big one. Steel by the feel of it. This was confirmed when it began giving off an electric current, pulsating against his prostate. If he wasn’t already awake, the plug’s pulsations would certainly have ended his disturbed sleep.
He suddenly felt his world start to rotate. Whatever he was lying on rotated him to a vertical position. It was then that two small screens lit up in front of him. It seemed that this hood had small screens in front of the eyes. The light they gave off started faintly, and over the course of a minute, they lit to their full intensity. A video feed then turned on, and he could see Sir in front of him, or where he assumed was in front of him.
“Welcome back, boy.” said Sir, the sound of his voice crackling over earphones embedded in Jeremy’s ears. “Your vital signs told me you had awoken, and that you’ve been doing a little assessment of your current predicament. I’ll let you know right now that you cannot remove yourself from this one. Let me introduce you to the magic of 3D printing.”
The screen went black, and Jeremy could feel clamps being clasped open around him. He sensed that his feet were now supporting him, though he continued to be completely unable to move. The screens then turned back on, allowing him to see a mirror that had been placed in front of him.
Reflected in front of him was the outline of a human being, but only an outline. From head to toe, this form was covered by rigid and glossy black panels. The panels seemed to be split at the joints, and by the look of them, went all the way around the figure. Looking over the figure, he could see the anatomical face looking straight into the mirror, small lenses made up the eyes, a small nose under them and a smooth black panel where the mouth would be. Seeing this, Jeremy’s cock instantly went erect, which elicited a painful scream.
“Wow, that made its way past the soundproofing, boy. I assume you’ve figured out that your cock is contained in a fun little device. It’s a steel piece, with blunted spikes lining the shaft and ring. As an fyi, the spikes are wired for electro, in the event I want to have some fun teasing the cum out of you. There’s a catheter in there, as well, so no need to worry about getting out of the suit anytime soon, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
Sir stepped back in front of the figure.
“My couch box, the one you’ve come to enjoy, also doubles as a scanner. Since we started playing, I’ve been using your body scans to fabricate this suit for you. I’m really proud of this, considering it’s an advancement from my previous work. Each panel conforms to your body, and the panels are joined by hinges, bound by magnetic locks. This means that with the press of a command on an app on my end, the suit will release the magnets on some or all of the locks holding your limbs together. This would explain why you’re unable to move right now. As for the hood, it’s another product of the body scan. It’s molded to your head, with a nice thick layer of soundproof carbon fiber lining it. As you can see, the hood is complete with cameras for your eyes, integrated earphones that fit perfectly in your ear canals, and a gag fitting perfectly in your mouth. The gag contains both a feeding and breathing tube. There are also tubes in your nostrils, allowing for breathing, or the introduction of knock-out gasses.”
Sir continued. “You’re wearing a base layer of rubber. It’s a full suit, with an internal set of nozzles that will deliver a cleaning solution on a regular basis. Your body hair was removed while you were out, so that you can better enjoy our little scene. Oh, and you’ll find electrodes stuck to various limbs and muscles, to keep you in relative shape while wearing the suit. Finally, the plug has its own nozzle in it, both to clean you out on a regular basis, and to deliver nutrients that you will absorb”
Jeremy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and what he saw. In his wildest fantasies he had dreamed of being subjected to a self-contained and completely controlled level of bondage, and now he was in it.
“Before I set you up for our scene, I’d like to show you the other pieces I’ve fabricated for the house. Follow me, boy.” As he uttered those words, he pressed a button on his watch, and the magnets locking Jeremy’s hips, knees and ankles released. He was able to maintain a steady balance as he slowly followed Sir out of the gear room, and up the stairs to the main floor. Heading up the stairs, the video feed on his eyes narrowed to the sight of Sir’s back, with no peripheral vision or ability to reference to familiar points in the house. Jeremy’s cock continued to strain against the spiked device, realizing the level of control he had actually lost.
Suddenly Jeremy’s legs locked up again. The video feed then expanded. Jeremy was in a large room, clearly an office, complete with a glass desk, modern glass shelves, and what appeared to be an overly thick leather desk chair. He couldn’t help but notice the chair’s high back, and its long leg, allowing the user to recline.
“This is where I work, boy. Normally this room is off-limits. In fact, you’re the only other person, besides me, to be allowed in here. Not even the third person currently in this room has seen it.
The chair, Jeremy thought, as Sir walked over and sat behind his desk.
“What I love about this chair is its versatility,” he said with a smirk. “Mark spilled the beans to you about my chair, I hear. That’s yet another body scanner of mine. It was pretty easy to use high-density foam along with my fiberglass molds to make a perfect mold for him. He got here on Friday, and like you, woke up with quite a surprise. When I told him where he was, he shot on the spot. The best part of this chair, though, is that the center piston that holds it up is actually pinned to a dildo stuck in Mark’s ass. Whenever I sit on it, Mark will get nicely fucked.” Sir then stood up and proceeded to remove the very top panel of the chair, exposing a hood much like the one Jeremy wore, only without eyes. Sir ran his hand over the hood, eliciting a barely audible response of screams from the hood. “He doesn’t need eyes in his hood, but I did equip his hood with earphones.” Sir replaced the chair’s panel. “Mark wanted to be dedicated, as an object, only to his Master. He got his wish. We’ll see how long he lasts.”
Jeremy regained control of his legs as Sir walked by him. “Follow me,” he instructed.
His peripheral vision narrowed once again, as they climbed another set of stairs. They found themselves in a large bedroom. As his legs locked up, vision came back to Jeremy, he could see that the modern theme continued here, as well. The room contained a large four-post bondage bed, and nothing else, save for the large dresser in front of it.
“This is where I sleep. I also occasionally get into some light play up here. I guess Jack told you he enjoyed being fucked by me. I couldn’t agree more. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I wanted him available a bit more often for my use.” By the press of a button on the watch, the side and top panels of the dresser folded away, with the base rising three feet off the ground. The dresser’s content was revealed.
In front of them was the outline of a body on all fours, with extensions to posts in its front and back. Another press of Sir’s watch actuated the shiny black fiberglass halves of the outline, which folded away, revealing a rubber-clad body, held up by a steel and leather rig, with fucking machines slowly working at the body’s ass and mouth. The figure’s hood again matched Jeremy’s, only it had an fixed open mouth, allowing the dildo in.
“Jack got here on Saturday. I had him get in a nice, thick-gauge rubber suit. He even put the hood on himself. I then put the rigid mitts on him and then rigged him on the frame and fucked him for literally hours. When I finished, he got a catheter, and the two fuck machines. I then told him he’d be sticking around for a while, closed up the mold, then the dresser. He’s been running on this since then, and won’t stop cumming. I’d say he likes it.” Sir hit a button and the machine in Jack’s ass sped up. Not a minute later, Jeremy distinctly heard a loud grunt coming from Jack’s dildo-impaled mouth, followed by the sound of swallowing.
Sir chimed back in “I rigged the system so that every time he blows a load, it flows through the catheter and back into the dildo in his mouth. I cannot tell you how much I’ve enjoyed driving him nuts with this feature.” Sir pressed another button, and the fiberglass halves sealed Jack back in his fiberglass cocoon. The dresser then re-formed, and Jack was once again out of sight. “And now for my next piece,” Sir said, as a hidden door opened at the opposite end of the room. Revealing a room no larger than a closet, lights illuminated its content.
“Approach”, ordered Sir.
The form in the closet stood up. It was a figure attired similarly to Jeremy, with several notable features. Its hands were replaced with small boxes, its hood was not anatomical, but rather molded, showing a face identical to that of Phil’s, displaying an expression of Phil in mid-orgasm, mouth open. It had a large dildo between its legs, with a rigid codpiece under that. Its shiny black form approached Sir, moving slowly and in an almost robotic manner.
“Service position,” Sir stated loudly. The form then bent onto its knees and extended its hands at shoulder-height on either side of it, before going completely rigid.
“Phil got here on Sunday. To be fair, he’s been coming here daily for the past month. Each time, he’s been subjected to an intense battery of visual and audio stimulation, all while bound in various positions. The programs he’s been subjected to have been retraining his brain to respond to my commands, and to seek only to serve the commands I give him. He’s also been re-trained to move using the constraints of the suit I created for him. You see, when I discovered Phil’s fantasy, I also discovered his profound desire to be used as an object, and particularly an object existing to facilitate and witness his owner’s pleasure, it was easy to have him submit. He’s quite happy here, aren’t you?”
A robotic voice emanated from the figure: “Yes Sir”.
“His hands are encased in rigid plastic, and the boxes on top of them contain various supplies I generally resort to when I have play friends over. Take a look,” he said, and the boxes opened to show a litany of condoms, lubes, and various cockrings, ball weights and bottles of poppers. “Just the basics, but that’s all I need from this unit. And I haven’t even shown you the best part.” He then barked an order towards the figure: “Lubricate.”
Having said this, drool started leaking out of the figure’s mouth. Sir stuck two fingers in the open hole, removing them and wiping them on Jeremy’s rigid chest plate.
“I added a little pipe under the suit, which feeds lube to this unit’s open mouth. It means I can face fuck it to lube my cock, and go right back to whatever, or whoever, I’m playing with.” Sir replaced his fingers in the figure’s mouth hole and thrusted in and out, eliciting a moan from the body inside the shell. “It helps that whenever something is inserted, the fat plug stabbing its prostate will pulsate with electricity …” Sir chuckled. “Store,” said Sir, at which point the ‘unit’ got to its feet, and shuffled back into the closet, which closed, once again hidden behind the wall.
Sir led Jeremy out of the bedroom. Jeremy’s vision again narrowed, as he was led down a flight of stairs, into what he recognized as the main floor washroom. Sir locked Jeremy’s suit as he unzipped and pissed in the urinal. “There’s one more setup I’d like to show you before we get to something different,” he said while emptying his bladder.
Having flushed the urinal, he once again pressed a button on his watch, revealing the hidden door in the bathroom. Walking in, Jeremy was allowed to follow, with his sight narrowed. Sir began to speak. “You’ve probably been wondering how all these pieces become self-contained. I mean, realistically your friends will need to come out, right?” He mused. “I’ve actually built in self-cleaning devices in each suit, just like yours. And like yours, they all have outlet ports that hook up to drainage pipes in the house. Specifically, the cleaning water is simply disposed up as-needed. As for the urine collected from your catheters, well, see for yourself.” Sir allowed the sight on Jeremy’s lenses to expand. Before Jeremy were five pipes, each with its own label: MARK, PHIL, JACK, JEREMY, GRAHAM.
Jeremy froze, as did the suit encasing him. It was then that Sir unlocked the magnets holding Jeremy’s neck straight, allowing Jeremy to turn and see the rubber figure, hogtied on its knees, bolted to the frame, under the open case. He realized each of the pipes led to the mouth of the figure, and became acutely aware of the absence of a name on the pipes …
“My processing unit,” said Sir, proudly. “You knew him as Jake. He’s been here about two months now, and is working out beautifully. He processes the waste generated by your friends, along with anything flushed down the urinals. He was such a piss pig, I simply had to have him. He showed up for our first visit and hasn’t left, since. It was pretty easy to be him, online, to placate the rest of you, I must say. If all goes to plan, I shouldn’t need another processing unit for quite a while.”
With his neck still mobile, Jeremy looked back at the pipes. He kept his eye on the one labeled ‘GRAHAM.’ Suddenly his neck returned to its rigid state, and a sweet smell entered his nose.
“Time for your conversion, boy,” said Sir, as the lenses cut out and Jeremy fell into a deep sleep.
Slowly, Jeremy began to realize consciousness. As before, his world was black. Senses deprived, he quickly remembered what he had witnessed. Seeing the gimped Jack, forced for months to recycle over and over, in that painful position. Bearing witness to those five pipes, and particularly the fifth one. Graham had bowed out, Jeremy knew it. He tried not to think of the fate which could have befallen his overly cautious friend. The screens in his eyes suddenly came back to life.
Displayed in front of his eyes was a clip show. Firstly were the resignation letters of he and his five friends, effective the dates they were written. Next were pictures of movers boxing up belongings at each of their homes, along with photos of their empty houses and apartments. Pictures of boxes labeled to addresses all over the world were up next. Then shots of each of their cars being crushed and cubed at a junkyard. More letters quickly shot across the screens, these to family and close friends, indicating the intentions of each of the six to move far away, severing their local ties. Their signatures were forged perfectly. Next was clip was a video, showing a collection of every piece of ID the six friends owned, in a vat, being doused by lighter fluid and incinerated.
Another video then appeared, this one showing what Jeremy could only assume was his encased form, being lowered by winch into a case, keeping him in a spread-eagle position. The case appeared to be like the others; fiberglass, made to fit his body, and the solid panels imprisoning it, in place. He saw Sir close the case’s top. The top was molded in such a way that it displayed the outline of a muscular, bound sub, limbs spread in every direction. Sir then plugged in wiring and piping to the box and removed himself from the void that contained the case. What appeared to be a glass panel then lowered on top of the entire contraption. The video feed panned out, and Jeremy realized he was now embedded in the entryway floor of Sir’s modern home. Sir looked at the camera and spoke:
“The glass is a little feature I found abroad. It can be set to opaque, or one-way mirrored. Let me show you.” Sir pressed his watch, and the glass turned white. Another command, and the glass turned mirrored, then back to clear. “This way I can entertain my vanilla friends, or leave the house inconspicuous for the maid, while I can also enjoy my floor feature, or display it for kinky and kink-minded visitors.”
Jeremy remained perplexed as to the need for a mirrored setting.
“Ah…” said Sir as he set the panel to a mirror setting. “Well, see for yourself.”
A new video appeared before Jeremy’s eyes. The view from camera set high up in what Jeremy recognized immediately as Graham’s apartment. The door opened, and Graham walked in. Walking past the first doorway in the apartment, a figure stood up behind him, cloth in-hand, and gripped Graham’s face. He went limp. “Graham was a bit of a hold-out. He had clearly made up his mind, but not to worry, I figured he’d appreciate being housed with his friends.”
The video feed changed. The image on the screens faced straight up. He could see the soles of Sir’s boots. There Sir was, in the floor inches away from Jeremy’s encased and immobilized body. Sir handled his watch, and suddenly a ceiling panel high above the both of them opened. Winching down from the rafters in the ceiling was a case of pure white. The polished case took the exact form of a body stuck in a tight, unyielding hogtie. The form hung there, illuminated by spotlights on all walls. The head-portion of the case displayed a face matching that of a terrified Graham, its eyes replaced by a pair of black lenses.
“Like you, he now has selective vision. He knows you’re all here, in this home, with him. But unlike you, he has no idea where, or what, you have all been transformed into. When he is brought out and winched down as the centerpiece of my foyer, his lenses will show only his reflection in the mirrored floor. He will be reminded at all times of the suspended object he is, and will be from now on.”
“The case is a tight fit. He has a very thin, clear rubber self-cleaning catsuit on. There’s a large plug in his ass that is programmed to run when he is on display. He can move just enough to sway slightly back and forth, so I can always see his torment. That molded cock in the case contains his actual cock, which, aside from the catheter leading to my urinal processing unit, contains a number of electro bands which will shock him when he is not responding to the plug’s stimulations. He will learn to stay hard and struggle when he is on display, and the cock-piece will reward him accordingly. Failing to enjoy his predicament will result in intense pain. Through this program, I hope to have him trained in a few months.”
The suspended case retreated back into the ceiling, and Sir’s boots returned to frame. He looked down, into the lenses of Jeremy’s hood.
“This way, boy, I’ll never be alone in this home. This way, I know I’ve fulfilled the deepest fantasies of six pervs. In time you will all forget your former identities, and fully embrace your role, be it an object for my comfort, for the use of your owner, or for beauty. I hope you enjoy it. I certainly will.”
The plug flushed Jeremy’s insides and began an electro program. He felt the rhythmic, repetitive ins and outs of the respirator controlling his breath, along with the increasing electro signals stimulating his cock, which painfully hardened against the spikes of the unrelenting chastity locked on him. Simultaneously, the video feed in his eyes faded to black, and his ears filled with the soothing sounds of Sir’s voice. Jeremy slowly fell into unconsciousness to the repeating of a simple phrase:
“Property of Object Encasement Top.”
The End
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