A Blind Date - Part 1
It's Friday evening and the weekend starts - this time not just a weekend, but I had take off a weeks, so 9 long days without work ahead of me. I had not taken those days off just for fun, I had plans - or better, someone else had plans for me for that amount of time.
I wasn't sure what will expect me in those days; I had not received any information about it. I chatted with that guy for many weeks already and even though I have not met him before, I still got references to him from other people, making sure he can be trusted and I am not going to end up in a disaster when trusting myself to an unknown adventure with him. All I knew at this time was what to wear, where to go and what to do when arriving there.
I had received a description of the way to travel and a drawing of a map of the final location, marking the way and place to go to, additionally I was to find further instructions there. The orders were to wear only some old clothes which I would not need back again after that trip - a T-shirt, a pair of old trousers and a pair of old shoes, nothing else permitted. I studies the travel descriptions thoroughly and attempted to find more about the location on my map-software, but as I already guessed, the final destination was somewhere in the middle of nowhere. My maps did not show any city or village anywhere near that location, the next city was at least 15 kilometers away from what he described. I was to take a train first, arrived at the destination I was listed two more busses to take and given a final stop where I was to get out of the bus and then walk according the drawing I had received. From the looks of the map it was also quite some way from that bus stop to walk and I guessed that there would certainly be no one around that area to disturb or watch whatever expected me there. The listing also ordered the travel times, when to get on the train and with a final 20 minutes walk giving as well the time of arrival. He allowed 15 minutes delay in case of any troubles with trains or busses, but the orders were clear - if I wasn't in place at the given time, the arrangement was canceled.
I grabbed my ID, some money, my keys and my mobile - he told me to have it with me and switched on, at a later time he would contact me on it. I got to the train station time and surprisingly enough the train left on time too. It was a 3 hours ride with the train; I found the correct busses too in time and 1 hour later I stepped out of the bus at the mentioned stop. As I guessed it really was in a lonely area with nothing around - I wondered why there would be a bus stop anyway, it did not seem that there would be anyone living near to use that stop much. The driver also was a bit surprised when I asked for that stop. I took out the drawing of the further way and tried to get the right orientation - then I started walking as described towards the final destination. I had to walk across the fields into some close woods. There was some sort of a trample path - no real footpath or anything that looked often used, but it was recognizable and easy to follow according the drawing. I ended up at the final place, a small open place next to a small river, surrounded by big trees and from the looks a perfect place to stay outdoors for camping or partying, rather isolated, nobody around that could interfere or be disturbed by whatever one wants to do there. Right in the middle of that place a fireplace was built with large stones and to my surprise a fire was already burning there. About 2 meters away from that fire I saw a metal box and when I got closer I could make out an envelope on top of it fixed with some tape to make sure it remains there.
I assumed that this envelope was my further instructions and when I took a closer look it stated on top: Read and follow the instructions to the letter. I opened it and was curious what was in stake for me now, since I haven't seen anyone around or on my way here. The letter said: "Even if you did not see anyone, be assured that you are being watched. If you dare to not follow these instructions to the letter as ordered, the deal is off and you can go home immediately. First of all use some of the prepared wood to get the fire going well again. Then continue reading." I put the letter back on the box and took some of the wood I found next to the fire to make sure it gets going proper again. Then I took the letter again and continued. "Empty all content of your pockets and put it next to the box and then strip naked. Each piece of clothing - without exception - you will immediately throw into the fire and burn it. Once everything is in the fire burning, continue reading." I was a bit surprised about it, but he told me to have only old stuff on me that I should not expect back, though I sure did not expect to have it all burned like that, but then again I was willing to take that adventure at his terms, so laid all my stuff from the pockets next to the box and started to get undressed. I slipped off the old sneakers I was wearing and threw them right into the fire. While taking off the t-shirt I could see the smoke the rubbered parts of them made while melting and starting to burn up. I also threw the t-shirt then on top into the fire and finally took off the jeans I wore; it followed into the fire right away.
Luckily it was a warm day and with the fire heating up now it sure was not at all any cold, naked as I was standing there now. I picked up the letter again and continued reading. "Open the box and take out each item as listed below and put it in or on you as described, they are placed in the box accordingly. Failing on only one of the items results is an immediate cancel of the deal." I opened the box and had the letter next to it so I could read on.
First on the list was a butt plug. It was on the top of the box and taped to it a small pouch with lube. It was a medium size so I was sure I would not have much trouble to get it in. I used all the lube in the pouch and inserted the plug in my ass. I was ordered to eat only fluids and nutritions the two days before this meet, so I was sure I would not have to take that plug out soon. Next on the list was a rubber chastity short. I was to put it on, get my dick and balls seated though the hold and then add a plastic cockring prepared next. The cockring was a tight fit, especially with me already being sort of semi hard at that moment, additionally it has some attachment hinges on it. I was to use next a hard plastic tube, insert my dick into it and then snap the tube on to the cockring, pointing my dick upwards and thus holding it locked in place then, giving not much space to grow anymore. Next on the list was a plastic cup, like they use in sports to protect your genitals, large enough to cover my balls and the tube-covered dick, making it now impossible to rub or feel my dick once covered with it and then close the front of the shorts with the two zippers on the side, loop the belt proper and use a prepared padlock to lock it shut.
I looked at myself - plugged, chastised and locked in the rubber shorts standing in the woods and I stroke over the rubber short with my hands, not feeling a bit of my dick and balls anymore and got harder at that moment, yet the small encasement I was locked in caused some trouble now .. I had to get other thoughts to get softer again, else I would be troubled to continue, but I did not want to spend too much time, not knowing if or who was watching...
I continued reading and the next on the list were some knee-high rubber socks and arm long rubber gloves to put on, they were just the right size and fitted well. After that I was to take out a one-piece rubber suit and put it on, it was well lubed already so it was no problem to get into it and once I had it completely on I zipped up the back to close it. I was now from the neck downwards rubbered and felt trouble coming up with my dick rebelling in its prison; additionally the plug stimulated my prostate to make me even more aroused. I was wondering how long it will take to explode inside, if this will continue to get hornier with every piece to put on. I continued on the list. A wide rubber gag with a tube was next on the list, I was to put it in and buckle it tight behind the head. It was not too thick but being pretty wide it securely shut me up, no more than some mumbling would come out of my mouth now. A rubber gasmask hood was the then on the list, fully covering my entire head and the tube of the gag fitting exactly into a prepared hole in the front - and once zipped shut I was to padlock the hoods zip with the suits zip, since there was no keys with the padlock, I was definitely imprisoned now in all the rubber and unless I would destroy it, there was no way out for me now. Also I was starting to sweat inside; I could feel the sweat running down my back and into the legs of the suit.
I went on reading since the box still was far away from being empty. The next item was a heavy one piece drysuit, feet, gloves and open face hood attached to it and it took quite some time for me to get into that suit alone, usually you have help to get into it, but finally I managed to get myself completely in it and even with lots of efforts close the heavy airtight zip on the back. Sweat was now pouring down my body inside the rubberlayers and I was breathing harder through the gasmask, which was now covered by the open-faced hood of the drysuit as well. Yet the box still looked full, so I thought I better continue with it and read the next item on the list. It was one of those Russian army protection suits, they have no boots or gloves, but a hood to cover a gasmask and it was pretty heavy now with all the layers to put it on, it was luckily large enough to fit on top of all I was already wearing. I managed to get it all buttoned up as it was supposed to and then went on reading. A pair of high rubber waders was now to follow and once in them I was to add some ankle restraints to each of the ankles, tightening them as good as possible and padlocking each. The waders sure would not come off now and with them most of the other layers no more either. The following item was now a body harness, and a closer look revealed that it was a suspension harness. I was to put it on and tighten it proper around the body and between the legs as well. Each buckle of the harness then was to be padlocked again so that at the end I was feeling the tightness of all the layers and the harness, knowing that I would not be able to take any of it off alone now. I was still wondering though if anyone was actually really watching, since there is no one to see and who knows, it might actually be that no one is near and it was just to scare me off that he wrote I would be watched, still I though I’d continue better not to ruin the deal we had.
The only left parts in the box now was a roll duct tape, a pair of industrial gloves, two wrist restraints and three padlocks, so I kept reading. I was to rip two small pieces tap off the roll and keep them close to me while continuing, then to put on the industrial gloves and last add the wrist restraints over them, padlocking them as well. Then I was to take that last padlock out, put my left belongings into the box and close it. Now the list ordered to take that box and look to the left of the fireplace, I would find some chains hanging from the trees there and take the box there. I was to step on the box and hook the suspension harness into the snap hooks of the chains. They were just in the right height so that with a bit of stretching I managed to hook the harness into them, which proofed to be a bit difficult though with the thick gloved hands, yet I managed to do it. Last orders on the list were to drop the letter, use the small pieces of tape to cover the eyelets of the gasmask, use that last padlock to lock my hands behind my back and then push away the box careful, so that I was hanging there between the trees in my harness.
I tested the suspension by letting my weight get into the chains and when I thought it is not causing any pressures I finally padlocked my hands behind my back and letting myself hang in the chains I pushed away the box as good as I could. I knew I was hanging only about 2 or 3 feet above the ground now and wondered actually why the legs were not included in the locking, but even with the free legs there was no way to do anything or go anywhere by now, I was now hanging blind, in several layers of rubber, gagged, plugged and chastised, heavily sweating somewhere in the middle of nowhere and had no other choice but to wait and see what will come up.
I do not exactly know how long it took to get myself ready, must have been about an hour I guessed and I could not really say how long I was hanging there all by myself, at some point even starting to think what if.... what if noone comes, what if I was set up, what if something happened to him, what if someone else comes who is not supposed to come.. what if ... a lot of thoughts going around but still I could feel my dick at all times fighting his prison, so still with all those thoughts I was continuously turned on by the situation I was in now ...
I definitely must have been dark by now, and I was not sure if the fire still was on either, also I could imagine that in the dark now without any fire I would probably not even be seen hanging there in the trees without coming close enough. But then I thought suddenly to hear something. Someone seemed to be around; I heard the cracking of wood when one steps on it. Someone was here, but who ... was it him, or someone else? Even though my hearing was numb with the hoods on top of my head, but I could make you someone must be pretty close to me. Right then I felt one of my legs being pulled up to the back. It was lifted up almost to my ass cheeks and then with a click it was locked on to a ring on the harness. The same then happened to the other leg. Next I could feel some rope around my knees tightening my legs together and some more rope applied to my upper body, tightening my arms to my body. I was sure now that whoever was here must be the right guy; I doubt any stranger would have done that with me. The next I felt was something added to the gasmask and immediately I could make out it must be some breathing tube screwed on to it. A short time nothing happened but I could make out that he was walking away and right after coming back closer. Then I could feel something slipped over my body from the bottom, it was tight enough to need some efforts to get it all over my body, I guessed it was a sack now pulled over me to enclose me completely. Once it was over my head I could hear chains being fed through holes all around the top of the sack and then pulled upwards, the higher it was pulled the more that sack closed over my head, but not complete, since the chains of the harness were in the way. But I know it was quick snap hooks on that chains so as I guessed suddenly both of the hooks were released and I immediately dropped down - I was scared to fall down to the ground but the chain of the sack prevented it, but with me inside that sack falling down the sack now closed completely over my head and I was now no longer hanging in the harness but hanging inside that sack. I thought to make out some clicking again and obviously now that chain of the sack was padlocked too - I was trapped inside all those layer sand now as well inside a sack, helplessly trussed up and locked up, no chance of any release. I was given a hard push now and started swinging there in the sack, I was concentrating on my situation so missed if he left or not. But then it was quiet for pretty long time.
I started listening as good as possible and thought to make out the one or other noise, so he was still around, but I could not know what he was doing. He seemed busy quite a while when suddenly I started hearing voices in the far. It was impossible to make out who or how many, but there sure were now more than just one guy and they were having fun. Laughter, talk, occasional clanking of glass, it seemed a few guys enjoying a night at the fire outdoors. But as well it seemed no one actually took any notice of me, I was just left there hanging in my prison, getting uncomfortable within time, but at no time anyone else seemed to be near me or even touch me or my prison. After what must have been hours it got quiet and I wondered what happened now, what will happen with me now ... but since nothing at all was to make out I started to mumble in my gag, trying to get out some sort of question if anyone was still there. It took some time but suddenly I felt someone holding the sack and shouting to me to shut up. I was to either be quiet since they wanted to sleep now or I was to spend the rest of the weekend hanging there. I swallowed hard, that was sure a horny situation but definitely nothing for an entire weekend ... and since I guessed that he meant what he said I decided to better cope with my situation and remain silent, hoping to get released sooner or later then out of this prison. It went quiet all around me then and I do not know how much time passed, but eventually I even dozed away occasionally, not really sleeping, hardly possible in that situation, but with the dozing away I definitely lost the track of time completely. I could not tell was it still in the night or already morning, but my body was hurting here and there, so it was definitely a long time that must have passed.
I was not sweating anymore now but with all the layers also not cold at all, but that definitely told me that it must have been all through the night already and after another long time I finally could make out some voices in the far again - I guessed whoever was still here must be awake. Either because it is morning already or because they just had to have a piss or similar. Since the voices kept on and laughter mixed with it I assumed it is morning already, I really have been hanging here in my prison all night, I would not have guessed that I could make that ... It took another long time before I felt people around me, someone lifting the sack I was in and someone detaching the chain from the top. I was let down on the ground but not let out of the sack, instead being dragged across the place, probably to the opposite end of it before finally the sack was opened and I was pulled out of it. I was still padlocked into hogtie on the ground but then felt the padlocks of the legs and hands removed. I was told to sit and stay put while I get fed some fluids. They attached something to the tube of my gag and I was told to start swallowing, two liters of water with nutritions mix would be for me to drink before I was to get up. I sure lost lots of sweat all evening and night so was eager to drink it all up and managed to get all swallowed within time. Once the flow stopped I could feel the tube detached from whatever it was on and someone then helped me stand up. I was still a bit weak but managed to stand on my feet on my own. Now I heard a calm voice talking to me: "so far you've done well, boy, if you continue like that, we will have a great week together. I will make sure you do not get harmed, but you have to trust me in that. Whatever I will do with you will not endanger you, but it sure will be a lot of fun for me. Are you ok with that, boy?" Still exhausted from the night I was pleased to hear a calming voice and knowing that I am in the right hands, not in someone else’s hands who would cause whatever trouble ... not that I was not in trouble anyway in all those layers and my dick fighting for space in his prison. But I nodded to him, ensuring that I was ok with the situation.
He then continued that I told him a few things I would love to experience and he had a few of them in mind, so I could look forward to some exciting times - for the both of us. With that he started leading me away from the place and after a few meters told me to get sown in that hole now, helping me to sit on the border of it and slip down to what seemed to be a small hole, just enough for me to sit inside and from what I felt it was just about one meter deep. He then took my hands and attached them to my ankle restraints with padlocks - also padlocking the ankles together. Without help I would not be able to get out of that hole alone. Then I suddenly got scared, I heard and felt that someone was actually filling that hole with dirt and soil, but I remembered what he said - it was indeed one of my fantasies to be rubbered up and digged into the ground, so I tried to calm down again and waited what went on. Since the soil was filled from various sides he was sure not alone doing it and I could hear them talk as well and laugh a lot, talking about me having some extended time in isolation ahead. They made sure the soil really got all around my sitting body so that at the end I would not have space to move in there and the longer it took the higher I could feel the restraining soil around me. When it reached my head I could her one say not to worry, the breathing tube will be safe, and then they continued also covering my head. I concentrated on the breathing to verify it would not be a problem; obviously they kept the tube upwards out of the soil. At some point I could not really hear anything anymore just felt as the end that they must be trampling the top of the hole to tighten the soil around and above me. I imagined the looks of it, a tube sticking out of the earth, and invisible someone heavily rubbered hidden in the ground - and that image again caused trouble to my dick ... no way to get excited in that prison of it, no way to move anymore, and absolute silence around me. I was left alone, gone from this world - literally invisible to anyone who would not know I was buried at that place in the ground.
I was not sure where they were, what they did, what happened and millions of thoughts spinning around my head, it is amazing that the mind comes up with in a situation like that, isolated, alone in the dark confinement, immobile and unable to do anything but wait ... Again many of those thoughts about a "what if" scenario, If they leave, nobody will ever find me, if anything happens to them I would never get out of here, who knows if ever anyone would detect that tip of the tube sticking out of the ground .... Yet, I felt secure, I could not say why, but I felt safe where I was... and I was there a long time....
It is impossible in such situation to guess time, it could have been one or two hours, it could have been an entire day or night ... I dozed away, I drifted away, I was in my own world and time was no matter here and when suddenly I noticed the soil being removed I was even surprised, suddenly being brought back to some reality, well some sort of ... still encased but at least being taken out of this isolation. When most of the soil was removed they dragged me out of the hole and the padlocks holding my hands and legs were removed, again I was lead back to the open space and told to drink what I get fed now. I could only assume the day was over so I was now in this layered prison for about 24 hours or so ... at least I thought so since it was not really possible to know any time of the day.
When finished drinking I was told to stretch out my arms and then felt some additional gloves placed over the existing ones, but there ones were tight and allowed me to hold my hands in a fist only, so mittens were put and locked on my. Next I was ordered to get on all fours. My ankle restraints then were pulled up and fastened to the harness again, additionally my wrist restraints were hooked to a short chain between them and that chain additionally locked on to the waist belt of the harness, allowing me only little movement with the arms. Next I felt a posture collar tightly fixed around my neck, keeping my head almost immobile in place. A leash then was clicked into the ring of the collar and I felt someone dragging on the leash, so I had to follow that lead. With the chains connected to my hands it was difficult to move on all fours, also not seeing where I went I stumbled rather than crawled along. And since I did not see anything I could only imagine where I was dragged to, it definitely felt going away from that spot we were before, but I could not say in what direction we went.
After at least 15 minutes of stumbling and crawling following that leash we stopped and after a short moment I got lifted up by some people, I was thrown into the boot of a car and could notice the lid being thrown shut. I was wondering where we would go, probably to the house of my captor, I would have to wait and see, not that I had any other choice anyway. It was for sure another half hour of waiting before I could make out the car was started and moving. It was a quite bumpy road he took, I was thrown around in that boot quite a bit and tried to keep myself as steady as my restraints allowed it.
A Blind Date - Part 2
We drove for a pretty long time, bumpy roads, clean roads, all sorts of turns, not knowing that area it was anyway impossible for me to trace where we went, we could have gone in circles and I would not have noticed - but after what seemed an eternity the car stopped finally. I tried listening to hear anything at all, but it was hard to make out any noises from the outside, but I hoped to be taken out of that boot right away, yet I waited left alone by myself for again a long time before finally the boot was opened again and I was lifted out of it and set back on the ground on my fours. It was a hard ground, so we were not anywhere in the woods or fields I guessed - indeed we were at a parking lot behind a club.
I was dragged along again and tried to follow as good as my restraints and meanwhile aching body allowed. At some point I was lead down some stairs and further into what seemed to be a basement. Around a few more corners and then we stood still. Next I could feel was the removing of the chains on my wrists and as well the legs being released again, I finally could stretch out again. I heard someone telling me to drink and immediately felt fluids coming down the tube in my mouth. I was thirsty and drank it all as it came, must have been quite a lot of it before the flow stopped. The next I heard was my captor telling me that I should hold still while they apply a helmet, and I should be better good, since the proper applying of that helmet would be essential for what was to come. I was thinking what he would mean by that, but thought I’d better do as told, not knowing what will happen after that.
The collar was removed and then he applied a large diver helmet over my existing head prisons, one of those helmets that has an airtight seal around the neck and is used by deep sea divers, the seal around the neck perfectly tightening around my collar and making sure there is nothing coming in or out of that helmet anymore. I started panicking for air but right after could feel air being pumped into that helmet, they must have connected it to a pump or valve to make sure of my breathing. I was wondering what was to come ... I was then pushed forwards a little, turned around and told to sit on the floor, leaning with my back on the wall - the wall what I did not know was the back of a small box made of clear Plexiglas. Once sitting there my knees were pushed towards my chest and attached to my harness with locks. Next my legs as well were pushed towards my thighs and padlocked on there as well. Last my arms were pulled around my legs to the front and attached to each other and padlocked to the leg restraints, fixing me in a small folded position leaning towards that back.
I could then feel the helmet also being fixed to the back and the sides making further moving rather impossible. Then I heard my captor speaking to me, he had to speak up loud to get through all my head covering but I could understand him rather well. He told me that I would be locked into this box for the evening and I should not be frightened whatever happens, my air supply was secured, and I would sure become the attraction of the party tonight here. So there was a party coming up and I was supposed to be a decoration obviously inside my prison. I thought I could make out then that this box was closed on all sides and no more noises were to make out at all - I was left alone.
It must have been at least one or two hours before I could make out a change suddenly, I thought I felt water dripping into my prison, I thought to make out drops falling on my rubber. This dripping stopped as sudden as it started, but shortly after it again started ... I was not sure what it was, but would find out later what setup I had been placed in. The glass box I was locked in was waterproof sealed, my only connection to outside was the tube feeding my air supply to the helmet. Additionally another tube leads into the top of that box, this tube being connected to the outlets of the pissoir upstairs in the club. So whenever anyone up there went for a pee it ended up inside that box and being watertight it would slowly fill up throughout the night. Additionally as well there was a cam pointing at this box with me inside and that image was displayed on a large screen up in the club for the guests pleasure view. Of course no one wanted to waste his piss anywhere else but in the toilet, knowing it would contribute to my imprisonment and the goal was to have that box filled completely at least by the end of the party.
The hours passed and even though I could not see or even smell anything in my prison, I was sure to notice that this box slowly filled up more and more by what I thought was water, but in fact was the piss of all the guests up in the club having their fun. At some point I could no longer make out any dripping on my body so guessed it was filled above my head by now, yet still receiving my continuous stream of air through that helmet I stayed surprisingly calm. I did not know how many hours this was already going on, but it felt like days already and I was hoping that it would hopefully soon come to an end.
In the meantime upstairs the party was still ongoing but slowly getting towards the end. The highpoint at this party was a competition about the faith of the slave displayed on the screen - so about me. When the level of piss inside that box reached its almost top, the toilets were closed for the guests and everyone could draw a number out of a bowl, one by one then they could go and have a piss in there, and the one who made that box overflow would have the right to decide what’s going to happen next to the slave down there. The guests formed a pretty long line and one by one they emptied their bladders - all of them closely watching the screen in order to find out who will be the winner. Finally the number 34 in the row succeeded, while pissing down there all could see that on the top of the box where the incoming tube was attached some piss was flowing over out of the box - so he was the lucky winner. But instead of anything happening to me, they all celebrated the success of it up there and I was still left isolated in that pissbox for another hour. It was then when they came down and drained all that piss off the box and opened it again to release me. Well, not really release of course. I was helped out of the box after all locks had been removed, the helmet was pulled off and I could even smell now all the piss I spent the last hours in. My hands then were locked on my back to the harness again and I was lead upstairs, outside in the back of the club. I was stood there and chains were attached to my harness. Immediately then I was lifted up a few inches off the ground, my legs chained together and again locked backwards folded to the harness before being lifted up about 2 meters in the air. They then took a water hose and hosed me down for some time before I heard a stranger tell me what follows. He was the winner of the competition before and I was to be his for the next two days, and since I was all full piss he hosed me clean and would leave me hanging there till the end of the party to dry. I could make out some music from far so that party was still ongoing, but I was left alone hanging there in the air outside waiting....
After an eternity hanging there (at least it felt like that to me), the music was gone and suddenly I felt being let down again, my legs were released and also my hands and I could feel someone starting to actually take off one by one what I was imprisoned in. All came off except the gag, the rubber socks and rubber gloves and of course the rubber chastity I was locked into that long already, of course before the hood came off I was ordered not to turn and look, I was not to see anyone or anything.
Again I was hosed off now, standing there outside with my back to whoever was behind me. When the water was turned off I immediately got a new hood pulled over my face, a rubber hood with no eyes, with nose holes holing two small tubes inside and a hole for the tube of my gag. Again I was doomed to blindness, I wonder for how long again...
I could feel several hands on me so was sure it was not just one person with me. I was told to step into a suit, it was a one-piece rubber suit which was pulled up my body once I had my feet inside, perfectly sealing me all in rubber again head to toe, and once again the socks and gloves were held in place by that suit as well. Yet it felt good this time, not being a thick suit but just a normal rubber suit. But of course I was not to be finished so quick...
I was again told to step into some trousers; a pair of heavy leather trousers was put on some sort of motorcycle suit trousers, but heavier padded at the knees and lots of straps from top to bottom on each leg. Also the sides were laced, so once I had it on they laced it up proper to have a tight fit on me. I was then told to stretch my arms to the front and some jacket was applied on me, it was a straightjacket with attached hood, but a special made to match with the pants. Like biker suits there was a zip connecting the jacket with the pants, so once the jacket was on me they connected the two with each other and a padlock secured that they would not come apart so fast again. It also had a hood attached to it so it was slipped over my rubber covered head, making sure the tubes of nose and mouth were in their predefined places in that hood. A zip from the top of the hood all down to the end of the jacket was shut then and like the pants the jacket as well was laced on the sides, including the hood. They laced it all tight again to that the jacket and hood also had a snug fit on me. Next they buckled up the jacket on the backside and padlocked each of those shut. Following now was to buckle the straps between my legs to the back tight and also padlocking each shut. I then had to cross my arms in front of me, placing each arm through a loop at the side of the jacket, they were then strapped snug on the back and another padlock secured them. An additional strap on the front over both arms made sure they would not be able to be moved anywhere; another padlock secured that strap again. Two additional leather straps were attached to the jacket, going over the top of the arms and over the arms in elbow height, once buckled shut and padlocked I was no longer able to move my arms at all. Next I was told to lift my legs again and slip into the boots. Tall boots going almost up to the knees and once I was in they laced them up snug as well. Each boot has a large lash on the side that could be folded over the front and laces tot he other side of the boot, these lashes having several buckles to be shut on the side of the boot, and each buckle again padlocked to ensure there is no way to take off those boots as well. Last they put heavy metal shackles on the boots with a short one feet long chain interconnected and once they were locked I was finished.
Exhausted as I was from the prior treatments I still got pretty horny again during all the dressing up, yet the prison on my cock caused more pain now than pleasure, and the plug up my ass was more than uncomfortable already after so long time. Yet I was still - or again - in a position of no choice. All one could see now was a leather encased body, nobody but my captors knowing who is inside. And I not knowing what was to come or happen. I then heard that stranger who was to have me for the next two days say that it was bedtime, and tomorrow was a gay fair in town and I was to be going there with him. Also he told me that there were about 20 padlocks ensuring that my current outfit was not to be taken off, but he would not have those keys available right now. He would get those keys back at the end of tomorrow’s party only, just so that I know my faith for that time. Having said that I could feel again chains being added to rings on the jacket and once again I was lifted off the ground. I was swinging in the air when I heard him say that he would be back in the morning to pick me up and that I should enjoy a good rest since I would be walking along the fair tomorrow a lot. And after that silence again, I was left there hanging all by myself outside that club.
I tested the tightness of my current prison but the only results were that I was swinging more around and that my dick protested against his prison, having the side effect as well that the plug up my ass was moved slightly by my constant contractions throughout those efforts. Of course it was obvious that there was no escape or any way to change anything on my current situation and position, so I gave up and tried to relax as much as it was possible in that situation. I even drifted and dozed away in that time, again it was not possible to track any time at all, so all I was to do is to wait....
Having dozed away several times I was not sure what time it was by now, if it was night or day, or if anyone was near or not. It took again a long time before I suddenly felt being let down again. I could not stand proper on my feet and sacked down to sit on the ground but was helped up right away. My stranger was next to me, telling me it is feeding time and I would have to drink it all, I was thirsty as hell and welcomed it and drank eagerly everything poured into my mouth tube. It tasted strange but I did not worry, as long as I could get something at all. I realized how much I was actually depending on others since I started this weekend, I could not do anything at all on my own, I was doomed to trust the help and care of my captors ... frightening at one end, but yet again also horny on some other end ....
Once being stable on my feet on my own again, I felt another pull on the collar, obviously a leash again attached to it and I had to follow it wherever it leads. With the short chain between my shackles it was difficult to walk, yet possible, and after a short walk yet again I was thrown into the boot of a car. In my current imprisonment again not an easy task to get in or out of such boot and even less easy to try balancing throughout the ride itself. I was thrown around in the boot in every curve of the street, but it took only about half an hour before the car stopped again.
I did not know before that there was a gay fair somewhere around, so thought that I would sure have enjoyed going there - and indeed I was going there, but unable to see anything or hear much it would be a different experience this time. I was helped out of the trunk and again a pull on the leash ordered me to follow. I could make out noises getting louder while we walked, obviously we cam closer - or maybe were already in the middle of the fair. For the next hours I could not do much more but to follow the leash wherever it dragged me, stop when he stopped, tries to follow any conversation there might be, felt many times hands touching my prison, laughter, compliments I could make out about that slaves outfit, but all in all I did not really get much out of that fair. On the other hand ... what nicer way to explore a fair than to be encased as I was on a leash of someone you don’t even know....
At some point I was pushed down on my knees and left there for a long time, it seems my captor was busy with something else or maybe just sat down somewhere with me next to him, I could not tell, but after what seemed one or two hours a dragging on the leash signaled to get up again and we were walking around again. I could not make it out but when I was shoved into the trunk of the car again I realized that we left the fair by then again.
This time the ride took a lot longer than before, so I was wondering where we are going. When the car finally stopped I was helped out of the trunk again and lead away from the car. I had no idea where I was by then, but trusted my captor anyway. Around several corners and down some stairs I was then ordered to stand still. As if I would have been able to run anywhere in my encasement ... After some noises I could make out I felt my captor holding my head and talking into my ear. He told me that he would have some rest and some dinner later and then get ready for the evening's party again but since he had no keys to all my padlocks he would just make sure I get a good place to rest as well and that he would feed me first again since I would not get any so soon then. I again drank everything eagerly; one cannot imagine how thirsty one gets imprisoned like that.
I was then told to step into a box in front of me, a flat box in the size of a body lying there on the ground, and then to lie down inside. It was well padded on the sides and bottom and once proper placed I felt my legs being placed into something and while he continued up my body I could make out that I was put inside a sleeping bag, a bag made out of heavy rubber and once the zips were closed it tightened my imprisonment just a little more as it already was. Additional straps were then added all over my body from top to bottom including the head. Once all straps were applied I was unable to move any part of my body more than a few millimeters. I then again heard my captor talk to me. He said that even though he will receive the keys to the padlocks at the party tonight, he was not planning o using them right away, in fact he would not be able to, because he had no plans to take me to that party, instead I was to remain locked up here inside that box for a while and he would make sure that there was no possibility to get out before he planned to. I was not sure what he meant with that but was to find out right away.
I could make out a tuber connecting to my mouth tube; it was leading outside the box to ensure my breathing further on. Next he took the lid of that box and put it on top of it, the lid also was heavy padded and once put on touched my upper side, holding it even more in place then. He then screwed that lid on the box and added several padlocks all around it, there was no way to open that quickly now. I did not see but could imagine the looks of that box now, knowing myself inside it again caused pain in my dick, I so wished to touch it and cum ... but there was no way on earth that it could be done at this time. I thought I’d make out some more action around the box somehow, but could not get what it was. In the layers I was encased it was impossible to feel what was going on, but my captor was about to make my imprisonment even more steady and lasting as it already was. He was filling the box now with expandable foam, like it is used on construction works. So one the space inside that box is filled complete and expanded as possible, there would not be any movement at all possible, and one could say that this imprisonment is as definite as it can get, there was no way to get out ever without anyone undoing it all. Additionally there would not be any noise coming out of the box either, so one could stand right next to it and I would not be able to make myself noticed in any way.
It does not take long to have that foam filled and dried out proper, so once he was finished he started to get me stored proper, meaning the box I was in ... He started covering it with thick padding on top and the sides, covering those with fabric and fixing that fabric to the bottom of the box. Then he moved the box to the wall on one side of the room - which I did not know but it was his living room. Once placed there he added a lot of cushions on top of it and stepped back to the middle of the room looking at it. At this point it was looking like a regular couch, part of the rooms furniture, as if it was there all the time. I didn't know at that time, but his plan was to invite some friends over after the party and have them celebrate here a little more, not knowing what or who they were sitting on. For me after noticing the moving of the box it was all silence again, I could not hear a thing and of course neither move or do anything either. This was indeed an imprisonment as definite as it can be. The exhausting of all the past time I already had made it possible for me to doze away occasionally, and since there was not a bit to do for me, I welcomed those times when I dozed away, making the time shorter that I had to endure just waiting silently for something or nothing.
I woke up at some point with hearing dumb noises, I was not sure what it was, but at that time there were about 10 other people in the room, he has invited them for a few more drinks at his place, and they were having lots fun out there, no one realizing that there was a man imprisoned in what they thought is a couch they sit on. They did ask what he did to the slave he won at the last party, but he only told them that he took care of that slave and that the slave would not be running away for sure until he releases him ... how right he was .... and how surprised those guys sure would be if they found out what they were sitting on ... it was indeed also one of my fantasies being used as furniture, but I have not though of it this way, more visible I thought as table, bench or similar ... but there was not really anything for me to do ... and at the end it made me horny again thinking of my situation...
At some point it turned all silent again, I assumed there was no one here anymore and I waited for my release, but the hours passed and nothing happened, so I assumed everyone was gone or in bed ... probably having fun while I have to suffer my isolation here. I managed to doze away a few more times again before the moving of the box brought me back again. But instead of being released I only could make out that the box was moved more than last time, and it seemed as if it was carried somewhere - finally confirmed by what I thought must have been the noise of a car engine .... I was transported obviously somewhere.
My captor indeed drove his new couch somewhere; he drove right to the club where it started. Some friends helped him unload the couch and carry it inside the club, placing it in a corner for evening guests to sit on. Suddenly I could feel something coming down the tube again and I swallowed as good as I could, noticing I was obviously fed again. Another few hours silence followed that. At some point I could make out more and more noises, in fact another party at the evening started. By the bumps on the box I could guess that people were using it to sit on or bump into it, not that I could actually know what was going on. I was trying to imagine the people on top of it having their fun without knowing they sit or lie on a human body hidden in it.
My original captor was curious as well where I was, since the two days I was with the winner of that first party were to be over soon so asked for it, but was told that soon he was to see where I spent my time. An announcement was made in the club that he was to reveal my whereabouts now and he asked a few guys to get that couch over to the middle of the room. The crows looked questioning, but once the couch was in the middle, he started tearing off all the coverings and revealed the wooden box underneath. Pointing to the outlet of the tube which was the only connection between me and the real world at that time, he explained what he did to me. Undoing bit by bit, taking off the padlocks, unscrewing the lid, taking off that lid revealing the hardened foam inside still covering what was hidden inside, using a knife to cut off piece by piece of that foam revealing the rubber bag covered strapped body on the bottom of the box, taking off the straps and the rubber bag and helping me out of that box I could hear the crowd applauding him for his work. I was sitting next to the box since I was too weak to stand by myself. I was once again fed a lot of fluids which I sure needed at that time again. I was then helped up on to my feet, supported by several hands and then they started unlocking all those padlocks on my body. First the boots came off, then the arms were loosened, I never welcomed a stretching more before, it felt so great to be able to move again ... Next the hooded straitjacket came off and also now the pants as well were taken of so that I was standing there all in rubber only. Even though still covered by the rubber I could feel the air around my body and was glad to feel it. Last the rubber suit, socks and gloves as well came off and I chilled a bit, but was happy to feel my body in the air again. Yet the hood, gag and the shorts still remained on.
I then hear my initial captor speak to me again. He told me how well I have done and that he was proud of me having endured it all so far and that I deserved a rest. I was lead away and pushed suddenly on my knees and shoved into a cage then in that club. It was with padded floor so compared to my past times since it started it was the first comfortable way to sit for me. My hands then were placed in thick padded mittens which were padlocked on, my feet were put in padded restraints connected with a short chain and padlocked as well before the door of the cage was shut and locked too. The cage then was lifted up all to the ceiling of the room and I was left there. I could now of course hear a lot more with only a rubber hood on my head and could make out that all the guests kept on having their fun down there, but I fell a sleep soon being rather exhausted form the treatments so far, and the first time in a rather comfortable way stored away I used the opportunity for a good rest. I was not sure about days or times, but I guessed by now it must be Monday night, so I had done a quite good time in all those situations already.
A Blind Date - Part 3
When I woke up it was all quiet, nobody was here anymore, and since I was not sure what time it was I had nothing else but to wait again ... waiting was what I have done the past days only ... I tried to feel my hurting dick with the padded mittens through the rubber short, but the plastic cover prevented any feelings, I would have given anything to be able to jerk off now, and would have given even more to get that plug out of my ass. But I realized that even with the little restraints I was in now I have no possibilities for anything like it.
After some time passed I heard someone entering the room, and shortly after the cage was let down to the ground again. I was let out of the cage and my restraints were taken off the wrists and ankles. Also the hood was taken off this time and even the gag remove. Since I was not told to keep my eyes closed I tried to see, but it took quite some time to get used to open them again. At the begin very blur it soon recovered and I could see my captor finally in person standing in front of me and smiling. My jars hurt, most of my body as well, and I damned that plug and chastity short, but I caught myself smiling back at him, showing him that at the end I did enjoy the times I had so far. He told me then that he owned this club and was enjoying the past days just as much as I probably did. He also told me to get a good shower now and then have some food. He showed me the way to the showers and handed me a towel and told me to make sure I would flush the rubber short as good as I could too, since they were not yet to come off.
I really enjoyed the warm shower and having flushed that short a long time too made it feel a lot better than before. After at least half an hour in the shower I toweled myself off and went back into the clubroom. He had prepared some coffee and a soup for me. He told me that he did not want me to have solid food to make sure I won’t have trouble with the plug remaining in. I really welcomed that coffee and even more the soup, even asked for a refill on both twice. He was watching me during that and not saying much, but once I finished he told me to have a look around, I indeed hadn't really looked around much yet, so I took a look and saw a pretty large clubroom, all sorts of furniture and toys around for pleasure usage, but moreover - it was a huge mess everywhere, obviously there was no cleaning up after all the parties in the past days. He added immediately that it is a big mess and that it would be my job to get it all cleaned up now, but of course I would have to get prepared for it first. He told me to follow him and he showed me al the necessities I would have to use for the cleaning, also showed me all the rooms in the club, there were some upstairs and some more downstairs, and all of them in a big mess. Then he brought me into a room marked "private" and told me to sit on the bench there.
He went on to a cupboard on the side and started taking out some stuff I was to put on before starting to work. The first was again a gag with a tube to breathe, buckled behind my head. Next he added a leather hood, the tube of the gag matching the hole in the mouth, but it had only pin holed eyes so a pretty limited vision. Once zipped shut a padlock secure that hood. Next he gave me a once piece biker suit to put on. It fitted snug and once the zip was closed he added a wide collar to cover and fix the zips of the hood and the bike suit. Thin leather gloves were added and I was expecting some boots to round up that outfit. Instead he added only some heavy padded kneepads telling me that I would spend much time on my knees the next many hours. Then he added that he would not want the leather being messed up during the cleaning so the next layer would prevent that. He took out a thick army protection suit, a one-piece suit, rubberboots and thick gloves attached, also a face-open hood. He helped me step inside and pulled it all up my body. It was a neck entry, so no zips or buckles to close it and before he pulled the hood over my head he also added a full head gasmask over my leathered head. The hood of the suit then closed tight around the gasmask, sealing me off inside that suit proper. Next he applied a wide thick and heavy steel collar around my neck, not too tight, but tight enough to prevent me from taking off that hood and with that no taking off of the suit either anymore. It was about 3 inch wide and about 2 inch thick and pretty heavy. The same style shackles were applied to my wrists, thick and heavy, and the same type he then applied with some difficulties around the rubber boots of the suit. Then he picked a set of chains and padlocked my ankles together with one feet, my wrist with one and a half feet long chain and then added a chain to connect the legs, arms and on to the collar.
Then he said I was finished for the first part of the work. I was wondering what parts he was meaning but he explained immediately that I was to clean each and every room now everywhere above my waist; the floors would come at the end. He told me he would be in town for the next few hours and when he comes back he expected that part of work to be done proper; he would have ways to deal with me if he was not satisfied. I was not to go anywhere in that outfit and also being part of our deal I thought I’d better start going in order to be able to finish that order. He left the club and I started getting the cleaning stuff I needed. It was difficult to walk, I started sweating right away in that thick suit, as well as the weight of those collar and shackles really did their job, but I managed after some time to get that job done proper. Collecting all glasses and bottles, storing the bottles proper, cleaning the glasses and storing them at their place, wiping everything clean, and making sure I do only things above my waist heights. It took me several hours of hard work and sweat to get it done, but I finally managed and I was just about to sit down when he entered the club again.
He looked around and told me that I did a good job so far and he would not have expected any different. Then he told me to follow him again into the private room and ordered me to sit on the bench again. He removed the collar and the hood of the suit, as well the gasmask and again fed me with two liters of water. He told me that if I had to piss the suit would hold it, so I would not have to worry about messing the place again when cleaning it. I indeed had to piss already before, but did not dare so far, and knowing that now I would sure fill my suit soon...
He then reapplied the gasmask and hood of the suit, also the steel collar again but then removed the current chain interconnecting my legs and arms to it. While still sitting, he then told me to hold my hands at my knees and connected them with a three feet chain to the ankle chain, and then he told me to bend forwards and attached the collar with a two feet chain to the wrist chain. The he told me to stand up and with the chains I was only able to stand pretty much bent over and I could hear him laugh. He told me that's on purpose of course and that I’d be better of on all fours or on my knees now. I went down on all fours and it was jut possible then to crawl or sit on the feet when needed. He then told me that I should start the rest of the club now. Since all left to clean is on lower levels I would not have trouble reaching any of it. He would go again to town meet some friends for dinner and be back later and expect again to find all proper done. He turned and left me there a bit surprised, wondering if or how to manage all that work now, but again there was not much of a choice, so I started crawling out of that room again trying as good as possible to move around in order to get the job done as ordered. The first two hours were terrible to get used to the limited movement, doing a proper cleaning job is pretty hard that way, and takes probably 5 times as long as normal would take. I was again sweating a lot in my encasement and this time added to all the sweat was my own piss, which I had to just let go once I needed. I was slowly moving around, splashing inside my suit, the worst part were the stairs up and down each when taking all the waste bags up or downstairs, but after an endless time of sweat and work, I finally finished, all cleaned up, the waste bags neatly next to the door and me sitting on the floor exhausted like hell, waiting for his return.
An hour or so later he actually came back, but he had a couple of his friends with him when entering the club. He did not attend to me at all but just passed by with his friend, some of them looking at me, the others just passing my as well. They settled at the bar and he gave each a drink before coming back to me. He told me he'll have a look around checking now and hopes for me that all is proper done. He the went around the club, disappeared up- and downstairs and after 20 minutes was back. He told me that I had done a good job and he should keep me like that - good cleaning staff is hard to find he laughed. Then he told me that at the end of the yard outside id the dump and I was to get those waste bags out there too and then return to him. He then left back to his friends at the bar. I wondered what those friends might be thinking, but then again after the past days I doubt any of them is surprised, and also I doubt any of them actually knows who is underneath all the coverage here. I took the first bag and crawled outside, it was at the far corner of the yard where I could make out the containers for the dump, taking me about 3 or 4 minutes to get there, and throwing the bag inside was a major effort too since it was slightly higher than I could reach in my chains. I repeated this for each bag, and being almost 20 of them it took me quite some time to finish this job, but finally I managed to be done and returned crawling inside to him sitting relaxed at the bar and chatting with his friends. Once next to him I sat on the floor and he left me there unnoticed for quite a while. When one of his friends needed a refill of his glass he decided that it would be better to have the slave do it and unlocked the chains connecting my wrists and legs and told me to get behind the bar and refill each glasses.
It was a pleasure to be able to get up and stretch again and I hobbled behind the bar taking each empty glass and refilling it from the tab. I was not receiving any further attention from anyone, except when their glasses were empty, and the gag would anyway have prevented any taking part on their conversations. Somehow I was seen to be part of the inventory doing his job. After two more hours of me waiting on them my captor then said to one of his friends that it was time to get to sleep but this guy was to trade in his lost bet. I was curious what that would be but the two disappeared right away in the private room, while I was left behind the bar waiting on the other guys. After some time my captor came back and told me to follow him, we went back to the private room as well.
There I saw the friend of him standing already, wearing a head to toe rubber outfit as well, and as I could make out through the pinholes in my hood, I guessed he was wearing some of those rubber shorts like I did as well. His hood was without eyeholes and the mouth was gagged tightly and he was wearing waders, so I guessed there would not be any further suit on top as I was wearing. He then started removing the chains and shackles of my wrists and ankles, as well the collar was removed, and then he started to take off my protection suit as well, taking into account that it was filled with lots of sweat and piss. I was then standing next to the other guy in my leather suit and still hooded and gas masked. I was then also given a pair of waders to put on. He then placed me right in front of that guy, my back to his front. Then he took out another protection suit, but this time one without boots or gloved attached and without hood. He told me first to get my feet inside and then helped the other guy to get into it as well; it was a very oversized large suit so that we both actually could fit inside at the same time, tight but still fit. Once our feet were in and we had a good stand again he used several straps on our body. The thighs wee each strapped to each other, above the waist we were strapped together, the upper body and as well the upper arms were strapped together. It was tight enough for me to feel the other guy’s also chastised dick pressing against my plug and each more he would make would now stimulate that plug more and more. He then pulled the suit up over our bodies, entering out strapped arms inside the sleeves and closing the zip of the suit. It was tight enough to keep our bodies well pressed to each other. The neck opening was just wide enough to keep our heads side by side tight together. He then added more strapping around out legs right above the knees and down at the ankles, also added some above the elbow and around our wrists. Next he produced oversized fist mittens, putting out combined hands inside and locking them in place. We were now one big oversized body, with the ability to move only together, so would have to carefully coordinate any further move, and the fact that the other could not see at all and we both were not able to speak would make this a real challenge ...
We were then told to get outside in the clubroom again, carefully trying to make a first step, still supported by him on our way, very slowly we made it step by step out there again. A cheering applause from the others on the bar when they saw us coming out there. We were then told to get outside the club and wait at the car, so we slowly step by step walked towards there while the others had another drink. It would take probably long enough for use to get out there so that they could easily finish their drink in that time. I was wondering what was in stock for us in that situation now, but continued to concentrate on the walking in order to prevent us two from stumbling, I doubt we would be able to get up on out own if that happened. Once at the car we stood there, and I was thinking that I would love to ask that guy what his bet was, but since neither of us was able to speak it was useless to even try.
After standing there next to the car for half an hour they came all outside and the two of us were shifted into the back of a van, we cold lie there on the side but not really do much but concentrate on keeping position during the ride. The van drove for about half an hour before it stopped and all got out of it, shifting us two out of the back again and having us stand next to it. My captor then came up to me and told me to listen carefully. We were supposed to walk home back to the club from where we were, they would wait for us there for 3 hours, if we were not there by then we would have to wait till the next day evening for his return. He showed me a path going from the place we were standing and told me to walk down there and gave me instructions when and where to turn left or right in order to get back to the club. I had trouble to memorize it all and luckily he repeated it three times before all of them got back into the van and drove off. We were standing there and since I was the only one with at least limited vision, it was me to start the journey.... we have been driving about half an hour with the car, so walking in 3 hours back would be hardly possible, so we better get on with it, I was just hoping that the driving was more in circles to confuse us and not half an hour driving in one direction away from the club.
I started pulling my right leg slowly first to signal the other to start walking, and he grunted a bit into his gag but tried to follow. Just like before we did slowly one step after the other carefully not to stumble, but the darkness and limited vision of mine did make it even more difficult as it already was. But surprisingly, after what seemed about half an hour we were almost perfectly in sync and walked rather ok. I was sweating again a lot, and I was sure he did as well, since not only the leather/rubber but as well our common body heat tied to each other took care of that. We both were breathing rather heavy though our gags and I would have loved talking to him, but no go ... instead I had to focus on the path - first in order to get back in time, secondly moreover to prevent us from stumbling. On two or three junctions I was hesitation, did I have the right direction in my mind or was it the other ...I did not even want to imagine what happened if I get lost and we end up somewhere in public places or what is worse ... would fail in getting back in time.
I had no idea how much time has passed when I finally say something that looked like the club ahead of us, but since I could recognize the sunrise coming up I was sure it was close to the given time. The last part before finally reaching the door of the club was endless, but once there I tried to open the door, but it was locked ... I remembered the backdoor and we again shoveled step by step around the building to that door, but it also was locked and instead I found a notice hanging on that door. It said that we failed to get the three hours and that all have gone home to sleep now and that we would have to wait for them to return in the evening. We had two choices, one to keep walking or standing around until then or the second to get to the nearby barn and fall into the haystack there for a rest, but in that case we would probably not be able to get up alone anymore and have to stay there all day. I wish I could have asked the other guy what to do, but neither of us could have answered and the other did not even see that notice on the door, since he could not see anything at all. So I had to make that decision, and since we have been (at least I was) very exhausted from that long walk already I thought it would be better to lie down all day instead of standing around all day. So I again indicated to him to start walking, I felt some resistance in him, not knowing what was going on, and he grunted in his gag, but I had no way of telling him. I forced it more or less to start walking and tried to locate that barn in the area. another 15 minutes of shoveling together and we stood inside the barn and I saw that mentioned haystack in the corner, directed us both over there and then had to use some force to get the other guy agreeing into letting us fall down into it. Once we were lying in there, there was now nothing left but to try to get a position where we could both rest throughout that whole day. He did still not know what was going on and tried to get up again, futile attempts of course, and every of his moves pushed my plug in my sore ass and heated us both up more and more. It would have been easier if he would have knows that we have no other choice but to wait, but finally after endless times of resistance he gave up and tried to rest as well. I did not get too much sleep during that day and I guess he did neither, we were both heavily sweating, inside this barn the temperatures were rather higher than outside and our common body heat made it worse.
After a long sweaty day finally my captor and one of his friends came into the barn and laughed when they say us there. They helped us up on our feet again and then immediately fed us both with plenty of water. I cold see the bottle of the other guy empty as fast as my own so guesses he was just as thirsty as I was. We had each about 2 liters or water before they stopped feeding. MY captor told me then about the bet. The other guy said he could make that walk as we did it last night under those three hours, but if he would fail, he would have to be stuck with me another night and day like that. Since there was another small party going on this night we would have to be waiter and bottle boys for the night and then spend the rest in a tighter environment till next day. We were then led over to the club again where already a few people were sitting around. Some laughter and some comments were made about our appearance but then everyone turned to his own business again and left us more or less unnoticed, with the exception of regular calls for refills and regular orders of my captor to get the glasses and bottles in. You can imagine that in our situation every piece of work was exhausting and a big deal, everything to do slowly, careful not to stumble, picking up glasses and bottles with the combined hands inside those mittens turned to be a challenge too, so even though it was a small party with only few people around it was a hard and long work doing all that in that evening. But I must admit that I enjoyed it a lot to be tied tight to someone - depending on each other with every move, feeling each others move at all times.
The evening ended finally and we were ordered to collect the rest of bottles and glasses, in our situation we could handle only one glass or bottle at a time, so it was another hour before we were done. Once finished we stood there next to the bar and my captor smiled at us (well, the other could not see that of course). Time to get you settled for the night, boys - he said and disappeared in the private room, to come back after a few minutes with a large bag that looked like a mailbag or very large sea sack. He ordered us to hold on to the bar and lift the first leg (pair of legs) and step inside, the same with the second one. Once standing inside he pulled that bag all up our bodies, tightening us two together even more on the upper half. He pulled it all over our heads too and closed it with the rope on it. We then could feel that bag being slowly lifted up, just as much to keep us still on the ground, but enough to make sure we cannot fall anymore. Then he applied more straps around out legs to keep them tight together as well. When finished the bag got lifted up further, now completely off the ground and all the way up to the ceiling, so we were hanging tied together sacked together strapped together about 3 meters above the ground, and then I heard him wish us a good night before hearing the door and silence was all that is left. We both tried moving slightly, with the effect that my sore ass again felt each single movement but still my dick as well complained inside his prison, I wondered if my dick will still be alive after all those days trying to get hard without pain and without success ... I was sure the other guy would feel similar, except he had no one pushing his plug, if he was wearing one too. There was again nothing left but to settle for the night and wait for it to pass, however long it will be. I again slept badly, so did he for sure, but the exhaustion since we both were strapped together like that sure overwhelmed anything else and the occasional sleep and doze made the time pass.
Again it was impossible to track any time, but while hanging up there together I could hear several times someone coming and going, I could not tell how much time in-between or what time of the day it already was, but at some point I felt the bag finally be lowered again. The straps were removed and the bag undone and taken away, the mittens taken off and all straps removed so that finally that outer common suit could be removed as well, we were finally standing alone again. I was led by my captor in the private room again and my waders, gasmask, leather suit and hood were taken off, I was told to shower again and then wait here again on my knees. He went back to the other guy and while I had my shower the other guy also suddenly joined, he was let out of his rubber too. We both stood under the shower for half an hour, but neither of us talked to the other, I was not sure why he did not start talking, but I felt it appropriate in my current place as the other guys slave not to speak with others. When finished with the shower we toweled each other off and returned to the private room where I did as I was told and knelt down next to the bench. To my surprise the other guy did just the same next to me, placed his hands on his back and bowed his head. So I guessed he was someone’s slave too, for the moment or for good, who knows, but I thought I’d assume the same position to make a good impression. We were kneeling there for about half an hour before my captor came back in ad took the other slave back outside again. I stayed where I was and could her the others outside laugh and talk with each other but could not make out what they talked about.
Some time later my captor came back in and ordered me to stand up. He then went to the cupboard in the corner and came back with a rubber suit to put on. It was a very thick rubber suit, not like the usual ones, at least 2 mm thick so that it was almost standing on itself. It was well prelubed inside and he helped me get inside. Attached feet and finger gloves and a high collar with some rings all around it. It was not easy to get in but we managed to have my covered in all thick rubber neck to toe again and the zip on the backside shut completely. I was given the waders again to slip in and then he produced a rubber hood made the same thick rubber as the suit. It had human contours so that the wearer would seem to have a different face when wearing it. It had small holes in the modeled eyes, holes in the nose which had a small tube inside to go up the nose and a mouth opening shaped like real lips, but inside also more rubber that would go inside the mouth, covering your lips inside and outside. Also it had several small slits in the neck part, which as I found out then fitted exactly over all the rings of the collar on the suit. Once the hood was zipped shut on my head and all rinds fitted though the holes of the hood a chain was applied through those rinds and padlocked on the back together with the hoods zipper and the back zip of that suit - once again locked inside unable to take it off. He told me to follow him outside, which turned to be a strange feeling in that thick rubber and a getting used to walking in it.
Once outside I saw the other guy kneeling in the middle of the room as before when he was next to me. I was told to get over to the wall where a large wheel was mounted with lots of straps in a body shaped order. I was to step on the pedestals for each feet, making me stand with my legs spread about 3 feet apart. I was then to lean to the wheel and the immediately applied all the available straps on to my body, securing me in place as I was, including the head being strapped on there so that I could not move it away either. Then they left me there and went back to that kneeling slave. I heard my captor ask that boy if he was certain or if he wanted to back out it was his last chance. I was wondering what it meant bout could see soon, the boy did only reply very shot that he was certain and would be please to be allowed to go on with it. I had still no idea what they talked about but then I say my captor bringing a little trolley from the corner placing it next to the boy, it held several shackles and chains and some apparature in the loser shelf. He connected the machine to electricity and then took one of the heavy steel collars like I was wearing before and placed it around the boy’s neck. He applied some heat absorbing cloth underneath the part of the collar with the locking part and then to my very surprise started welding it shut there - if that was a play then it was a tough one I thought, that would take quite some effort to get off again. He then took the same style shackles for the wrists and locked them on to the boy, but this time did not weld them shut, then he told the boy to get up and he applied those shackles to his ankles, again locked but not welded. Next he unlocked that boys rubber shorts and took them off, as well as taking off the plastic device imprisoning the boy’s dick. That dick immediately sprung to action, hard as rock pointing away from him. My captor laughed and said he would need some ice to get that done. He got some ice from the bar and covered the boy’s dick completely for some time, the face of the boy showed that it was not a nice feeling but he did not say a thing. Once the dick was no longer hard, he produced two pieces of metal from the trolley and held them in front of the boy. It was two halves of some sort of chastity belt again, looking like wearing some briefs hen applied to the boy, the held them in place and snapped them shut. It has an opening at the back for the ***** and the dick and balls went on the front through a spare hole. Once again he applied some heat absorbing cloth on teach side of that belt and welded it shut. It fitted like a brief on the boy and with the spare openings on front and back would not have to come off for using the toilet or the boy’s ass. Next he took a metal plug off the trolley. Medium sized but at the bottom a metal plate. he told the boy to bend over and shoved the steel plug up his ass, the plate on the bottom of it matching perfectly the opening on that belt he got welded on, on both ends of the plate a small hole that fitted to two pins on the belt, a small metal pin was put through the small holes of the two pins and a small padlock made sure it stays there. Now he took another metal piece off the trolley, it was the same type of tube that was used made of plastic on me, just this time metal, again covering balls and dick and once the tow halves were snapped together the whole of it snapped on to the front of the belt, keeping that dick locked up upright with nowhere to go. Last another piece of metal was taken off the trolley, like the plug it had small holes on the sides this time fitting perfectly in the pins of the chastity belt and one long pin on each side through the holes of those other pins were added, each then with a small padlock shut so that they would stay in place as well. The boy was not wearing a metal chastity belt, no chance to get hard or touch or feel his dick, removable parts padlocked and the main part even welded on.
I was looking somewhere frightened but at the same time excited to the entire procedure, no word was spoken during it. my dick rebelled inside his prison, and I imagined myself in such steel one too, just without the welding ... The next I saw was my captor using pliers to remove the boys existing nipple piercings - just to replace them with small steel padlocks - well ... not so small since they dragged the boys nipples down quite a bit now. He applied that same cloth around the padlocks again and welded those shut too, they could only be cut off now. Then he added chains to the boys existing shackled, just like I had them on for my cleaning job, hands one feet apart, feet one feet apart and a long chain interconnecting the ankles, wrists to the collar. Then the boy knelt down again and my captor took all tools on the trolley again and moved the trolley back where he got it from. He cam back to the boy and told him to take all his stuff he wore the day before and take the rest of his stuff from upstairs and get it all outside in the backyard as he was told before. The boy got up silently, grabbed his clothes from the day before and disappeared. My captor came back to me and started undoing all the straps and took me down from that wheel I wanted to ask him what that was but decided to remain silent and just watch what will happen. I ***** lead to a chair in the other corner then, it was a chair with wheels on so it could be moved easily. I was sat inside and again straps were applied all over my body including the head, making it impossible to move, not even the head. He told me then that he wants me to watch so I have to get outside too, I was curious what it was to be watched, but not that I would have any say anyway in anything, I was wheeled out to the backyard, where I saw the boy kneeling next to the fireplace, next to him a bundle of clothes, a few small boxes and a few bags.
I was wheeled near the boy facing the fireplace and left there. My captor then started a fire in the fireplace, it was large but I was far enough away to feel only little of the warmth coming form it - luckily I thought, since I was already sweating enough in that thick rubber suit I was locked in. Once the fire was well going he told the boy to start. I wondered what he should start, but say it right away - he grabbed the first pile of clothes next to him and threw them into the fire. He waiting a bit and took the first small box and threw it in without opening it and that procedure went on until everything that was placed there was in the fire and burning up well. After the last piece in the fire the boy went over to my captor, knelt down and held his passport up to him, keeping his own head bowed. My captor said to him, that this was the last piece of the boy's property that still exists now and then he took it. Nothing further said, the boy remained kneeling there and the others watched the fire burning up everything there was. After about 20 minutes there was not much but ashes left of it when my captor told the boy in front of him to turn towards the fire and look at it. He did as he was told and as soon as he was looking at the fire, my captor threw that passport of the boy in there as well, all of them now watching it burn, including me, but obviously I was the only one looking extremely surprised, even if under that thick hood it was sure not visible.
My captor then said to the boy: your life as it was is over, as of now you are here on earth to serve my every wish, to follow my every order, you are now officially my personally property and never to be released again, the welding are sign of this permanence. You future is to be my slave, my servant, waiter, bottle boy, cleaner, but as well my play toy. Do you understand number one? He called him number one, as if he planned on more than one slaves, I thought. The boy just answered shortly with a 'yes, sir, thank you sir for taking me' - I was astonished by all of that but thought of so many of my own fantasies pointing in just that direction, and I was more or less certain that this boy would be very happy with his situation as well. That boy was then ordered to take that other slave and bring him back inside and then assume position at his predefined place.
He came over to me and started wheeling me inside, the others followed too, and once inside I was wheeled in the middle of the room, and the boy immediately went into one other corner of the room, knelt down with head bowed and remained there. I was wondering if he was by nature like that or had been trained to behave like that, but was right away distracted by my captor coming up to me and telling me that it is time to go to sleep. He started unstrapping me from the chair and ordered me downstairs into the last room in the corner. I did as told and he followed me immediately. Inside that room was a large padded bench and laid on top of it was a heavy rubber sleep sack. H told me to stand next to it and then applied a full head rubber gasmask over my covered head, this one with blacked out lenses so I was in total darkness. Then he told me to get on top of the bench and inside the sleep sack. He helped my feet finding their place in the sack and also my arms slide into the inner sleeves of the sack before zipping it up to the neck. He then added a few straps over my body to secure me on the bench. Last he came to my head and told me that I should get a good rest and think about what I have seen before. I heard the door being shut and was alone again.
There was indeed a lot of thinking going on in my head, it was a ritual they performed, was it real... yes, I guessed so, burning the boys property sure made it real, if it wwas a game only, they would have played it very convincing. I kept thinking about the future of that boy a while but at some point fell a sleep, I was sure still exhausted form all the days and think it will take me many days after to be recovered again.
I woke up when I felt the straps on my body being removed and soon after the zip of the sleep sack opened as well. I was helped out of it and to stand up and then the gasmask was removed as well. My captor smiled at me and asked if I had a good sleep, I nodded to him, he then told me to get upstairs and get some breakfast.
Upstairs in the clubroom again I saw the boy behind the bar, on the bar prepared some coffee and some sandwiches - I was obviously getting something real to eat now and not only nutritious drink and soup. The boy was still in his chains as I saw him the night before and still in his steel chastity, but was now wearing a muzzle as well and as I could see it was padlocked too. The looks of that boy brought my dick immediately alive again and I moaned a little from the pain it caused, my captor looking at me and laughing, obviously knowing what went on. We sat there at the bar and had breakfast 3without much talking, the boy making sure our cups of coffee are refilled proper and even bringing out some more sandwiches when they were finished. And each time he was finished he went down on his knees next to my captor with his head bowed waiting silently.
my captor then started talking, he asked me how I enjoyed the past days, they were sure not a standard for a bottom or slave and probably on the long run it could not go on in that extreme, but he wanted to know how much I enjoyed the various parts of it. I told him that at the end I enjoyed every second of it, even if in-between I sure sweared on all of it a lot of times, and I agreed that this is nothing you can do 24/7 to that extreme, but sure can do it often - and I smirked widely while saying that. I was hoping he would consider more visits like that to him of course. He replied that he also enjoyed it a lot, and even though he now owns a toy like that he will continue enjoying it with many others, with or without his slave involved in the plays. Having mentioned his slave I dared asking what it all was about and was told that this boy asked to become his personal slave a while ago and he also had gone through the one or other challenge in the past. Since they both enjoyed it a lot and the boy was willing to make that final step so eagerly they decided to perform this scenario which will officially make the boy his property, giving up his past and living his new future from then on. Since my captor owned this club which ran quite successful it was no problem to have this slave live his future in chains and as slave only, no need to go to work elsewhere or to pretend appearances anywhere else. That boy had decided to leave his past behind and start new as the slave he was. I nodded and said that this is impressive, and added that I had such fantasies occasionally too, but never seen it happen like now, so far have met and known only the part time plays, but I added that I am sure that this slave will be happy with his decision, And when I looked down to that slave kneeling there, even though he was wearing a muzzle, I though I could make out a happy smile underneath.
My captor continued that he already thought that I’d had such fantasies too, most people into the plays we did have occasionally those thoughts, but it is not an easy decision to make, getting into this life and leaving the other behind. I had to agree to it, and told him I would not know if I could decide for that as well some day. He had a big smile on his face when I said that and I asked what he was smiling about, and after a short silent break he said he could offer me a trial to that. I was looking surprised and asked about what trial he meant some more of those multi-day sessions or what else. He said, those sessions are sure part of it, but I have seen you doing a good job with the cleaning too for example, so a trial is not just about being tied up, but also about the serving and working, but most of all, it would include the chastity as you have experienced it by default at all times. I was agreeing that it is not all about play of course but added immediately that I was very intrigued about that steel chastity on the boy, the effectiveness of the rubber short I wear was just as much but the permanence is more likely to be induced by the steel, especially since the rubber short cannot remain permanent on and has at some point to be removed, one cannot live off drinks and soup only I laughed. He agreed, a few days you can manage, but not all the time, but he then added that if I would like to try it, he had another of these devices of steel, so we could try that out as well. I of course agreed, but told him that it is just to try, not to be welded. He smirked and said, yep just to try, and after a short break he added - for now.
He immediately ordered the slave to get the black box out of the backroom and then - for the first time since last Friday - unlocked my rubber shorts. he told me to get them off and we removed everything on me, taking that plug out caused me to moan pretty loud, my ass was a bit sore of course, abut once it was out it felt empty, and I thought I am missing something now ... but when the plastic device was removed from my dick it was more than just pleasant, I was really relieved to touch my dick, rub it carefully, give it it's freedom to move around as it wants - and of course.... got an immeidate hardon ....
He laughed and said that we will probably need some ice here as well, but then told me to get a shower first and maybe even have a good wank, which might solve it too. I was surprised about that but glad to take that order on, went to the shower and did as I was told. The warm water and the thoughts of the past days were making it easy for me, I came a minute after starting to stroke my dick, and how I came.... I took again some half hour in the shower, it just felt great there, and I managed to get off a second time easily ... not sure if he would have agreed to twice cumming, but I did not think that far at that moment. After toweling myself off I went back to the bar and when he looked at me he said immediately that the problem is solved. I didn’t understand at first but then looked down to my dick, and indeed, the twice cumming did its job and I was soft - for the moment at least.
The trolley from the evening before was again standing in the room now, and I could see the parts of such steel device on it, that almost got me hard again, but I tried to relax to make it easier to try it on, I was too keen to try that... he told me to go over there and we can start. He placed the two halves on me and they snapped shut, instead of welding thought he used two padlocks now to keep them in place. He then asked if I wanted to try that plug as well and I thought why not, if I try it then I should try it complete, but asked to be more careful since my ass was still a bit sore. He told me it is different with a smooth steel plug and with lots lube it would sure be ok, and he was right ... the plug was about the same size as the one I was wearing all the time, but it slid in easily and with surprisingly little pain. I heard the padlock click and knew it was locked in place now there as well. Next he took the pieces to cover my balls and dick again, the lower half with space to hold each ball to the left and to the right of the dick pressed to the lower side of my genitals, the upper half carefully fitted on top then, making sure no skin is squeezed, still squeezing my dick and balls perfectly in place, unable to further expand in any direction. One it was shut he pointed it all upwards again and snapped it on to the front of the steel belt, what I had missed out the evening before, there was another two small bars then placed over the encasement and padlocked in place there, holding the piece right in it's place. And last he applied the front shield covering it all up and locked that one as well. I felt the metal with my hand, tested the boundaries of my dick inside, tried to get any feeling of my dick or balls, but could only feel the body warmth of my hand getting through, no other feeling or touching was possible, and immediately my dick tried to escape its prison - of course a futile attempt again, so I started moaning a little again. He looked at me and smiled, I guess someone likes that, he added. I nodded and told him that it really felt great, and by the looks of it, the way it is done it would not even create any large bulge in the pants, unlike most other devices used for it. He agreed and told me he got it made with that purpose, something that can be worn without attracting attention all the time in all-day life. Of course his slave would not have to worry about that anymore, but the original thought was to have it worn by someone in daily public life as well.
He asked me to try it with some regular clothes, to see how it looks like under it. Since I burned my own clothes at arrival on Friday I looked a bit puzzled in his face, but he obviously know what I wanted to ask and added - I have kept one set of my slaves clothes for you to wear for your return home, he wont need them anymore, so go ahead, they are in the private room on the bench. I went three right away and found them on the bench. A boxer short first, some black tube socks next to it, then I put on the pair of jeans that was there, not too tight, not too baggy and since that slave has almost my size it fitted well, next I put on the t-shirt that was there and at last a pair of combat boots standing next to the bench. It all fitted well and when I looked down on myself I found out that one indeed could not see a thing, that belt was really invisible under the clothes. I went back out to the bar and presented myself and he also agreed it fits perfect and nothing is to recognize. He also told his slave to have a look and to see the last reminder of his past being put to a good use now, since I would be to keep those for good. the boys eyes were open wide when seeing me in his clothes but he did not react much 0 neither good not bad, but I thought it sure goes in his mind now what he had done, that he had given up everything for good, yet, I still believed he was happy there n his knees right now.
I sat down at the bar again next to my captor and asked him his name; I told him after all those days I think I deserve to know. He laughed and said yes, you sure do, my name is mike and it is a pleasure to meet you - I replied that the VERY pleasure is mine and that I was really happy with the past few days I had spent here. I also asked if he thinks it would be interesting to repeat it some time, and he smiled a lot, answering that he would like that much as well, and in fact since he runs that bar here he has plenty time, so anytime I would want to I should get in touch. I told him that it might be pretty soon, since I enjoyed it a lot and am hungry for more. He looked at me with a questioning expression in his face and after a short break said that he had a proposal for me. I was curious what it was and asked for it. he then said that obviously I liked that steel device a lot, and it obviously goes well underneath, and if I would agree, he could keep me locked in it for some time even when I leave for home today. I was thinking that it is sure a great offer and told him, well, I can hardly run around with that plug for that long, but he immediately added that he would give me the one key needed for that plug, but the other locks I could not be able to open, thus would have to stay in that belt until we meet again. Again I thought what that would mean, but I sure could make another few days in two or three weeks time, so I guess that would be a great opportunity and told him that I could agree to that. he took out one small key and placed it on the bar and said that this is the one for the back, I would not fit on any other lock three, and if I was ok with it I should try to remove it only when it is really needed, thus keep the plug in the rest of the time, and of course make sure I would not loose that key, he added with a big grin. I said it sure can be interesting to try and that maybe in two or three weeks I could make another few days available. He said that anytime would be fine, so I grabbed that key and put it into my pocket.
He then said it would be time to bring me back to the train station for my ride home and he would mail me soon. he told the boy to go to his place, and the slave immediately went into his corner, kneeling as before with bowed head, and my captor said to me, that he knows when he comes back that boy will be right there at that place for sure, I admired the boy and the captor, it sounded really good between those two. We emptied the coffee and headed outside to the car, I had a last look at the door to that slave and he was kneeling there without a move, admirable I thought and turned to leave.
The car ride was about 30 minutes to the train station; mike bought me a ticket and gave me back my stuff, the phone, pass, keys and some money. The train was already at the station so I stepped in and said I look forward to the next visit, and mike told me that he sure does too, and I should check my mail at home. Then he left.
A Blind Date – Part 4
During the train ride I reflected on the past days, hard days, but really great days, and when I felt unwatched I touched my steel belt through the pants, thinking how great that felt, though wondering how well I would manage the next two or three weeks inside it, having all the horny memories of this visit and not being able to jerk myself off over them will be tough... also if I meet someone for a play during that time, it will be an interesting situation.... but I felt so damned good in it that I did not worry so much more. Once arrived at home I went into my house and made myself another coffee, sat down and relaxed ... I looked down on myself again and thought about that slave, I was wearing his clothes now, and even that alone turned me on already again, causing the troubles down in my pants that are supposed to be there when locked up. I got up and went to the mirror, checking myself out in full, thinking that boy must have looked great in those clothes too, and if I would have met him somewhere, I sure would have tried to get him. I was thinking back on the day I spent tied to him, how much I enjoyed that, and now that I know him being that slave it turned me on even more, I should ask next time I visit to repeat that, or any other way to spend tie to him, I am sure he would enjoy it too.
With that I thought I'd go and check my computer for mails of the past days and maybe even mail Mike and let him know about my suggestion to spend some time tied to his slave next time again. I started my PC and found plenty of mails collected in the past days, I would go through them and reply later, but then one mail jumped to my attention, it was from Mike, so he mailed me already while I was in the train. I immediately opened it and started reading.
It said again how much he enjoyed my presence and play and that he will look forward to the next encounter. Also he told me that he would enjoy knowing that steel belt on me not only the time in-between, but who knows, maybe even after the next visit to him, I should think about it. he then mentioned his slave as well, especially about the bet he lost, he was sure that he would loose it and not be in time, but he actually wanted to stay tied to me for more than those 3 hours and set up that bet on purpose in a way that it can only be lost. He also told me how his boy liked the idea that the last bit of his possessions will be used by me for my ride home. Somehow that slave of his seemed to have fallen for me. He told me also that he had a talk with his slave at his return and that even his slave will look forwards to another visit of mine, and asked if I would be able to wear these clothes then again for him to see me in them. I thought why not, it arouses me too to know it is those slaves last reminder of his past I am wearing so I sure would do that on my next visit. Then I read further. Mike mentioned that I obviously not only enjoyed the bondage but also the work, and he told me that he had noticed me looking a this slave in a way that indicates more than just a curious look. He said that he could imagine me being the one next to that slave of his, there would be space for a number two as well and that his slave boy would sure love to have a slave brother like me. and the last of Mike's mail was that I should think about it in the meantime... and a s PS he added to his mail: I know you want to visit in two or three weeks, and I left you in that believe on purpose, but as matter of fact, I have planned a holiday together with my slave and will be away. I leave end of next week and will be back 4 weeks after, so unfortunately you will have to stay locked up until then. But when I am back you're welcome at any time to come around again.
I thought 'damn' ... that is more than I wanted, that is a total of 5 and a half weeks, how am I going to do that, but I smiled thinking of his intrigue, making me agree to that belt for short and knowing I wont be out that soon .... And also it will give me more time to think what he said ... would I agree to that? Maybe.... that night I didn’t sleep that much either, too excited inside that belt and too many thoughts about what to come, should I or not ... time will tell...
The weeks went on, and each day of the first three were pretty hard, each morning a hard on that shouts for attention but doesn't get any but his imprisonments pressure. Then it got easier, the longer I was wearing that belt, the better I get used to its control over my dick. I had a few encounters in the bars during that time, but avoided any contact too close to my crotch, I would have worried what to tell when someone found out about my belt, yet it excites me as well to have that restriction forced on my by someone else. Many of the nights I lie awake thinking about those days I spent there and a lot more thinking about that slave on his knees in the corner, the last view of that place before I left. I regularly wear that boy’s outfit, each time I put it on brings me back to that visit and I enjoy it more and more each time. I also cannot forget and read it often again what Mike said, what he said about his slave’s words, and thinking about the possibility he offered too. I like my life as it is, I have friends to be with, I go out and have fun, but as well of course have a rough workday often which I swear on, it is worth giving it up? And what will be the future like then, can I trade my freedom for the fun, will it be fun or will I want back again? Many questions around my head almost daily. But still I am counting the days of Mike's return from his holiday, I sent him already two mails that I will be visiting once he is back - first of all to get that belt unlocked, and secondly of course to meet him, his boy and his place again, hoping for more of what I enjoyed those few days there.
Finally the day of his return has come and I am curious if he replied to my mails already, right after work I head for the computer to check, but nothing from him in my mailbox. I sit there a bit disappointed and wonder if I should mail again, but then again, he got two mails already and I should not push it...
I decided for a dinner and some TV on the couch, and before going to bed I checked again the mails. This time not expecting anything, but hey... there it is, a reply from Mike. I click on it right away ignoring the rest of the mails in the box and start reading. He wrote about his good times on his holidays and how much his slave has gotten used to his new life, not only in the club but as well in the daily routines they live. And then finally answering my request of my first mail - yes he would be happy to have me and his slave spend some extended times tied together again, and his slave would sure love it as well, he told me that his boy had a big smile on his face when hearing about this request, in fact he still has while he is writing that email with his boy kneeling next to him. Then he continued that there is another bigger party this weekend in his club and if I would want to join.
I thought about work, one more day then it is weekend and I think I could take a day or two more off then, so decided to agree to that and visit right this weekend again. I replied immediately that I would love to visit and could even take one or two days off extra and when he would expect me then for that visit. It took only about 10 minutes for another reply of his. I was hoping for such quick reply and opened it right away. He tells me that I could come Friday evening already if I’d like and stay until I have to get back to work. He would pick me up at the train station this time. I looked up some train information on the net and wrote back that I sure love it and could be at the station Friday at 9 in the evening. He came back immediately with an answer, confirming he would pick me up at 9 at the station, and if I would do his boy the favor of wearing his ex-clothes, of course I would do that, I had that in mind anyway by myself already.
The next day I asked some more days off and that was no problem, so after that day I went home quickly, grabbed some quick food and headed for the train station, I was wearing that slaves clothes to work already so did not have to get changed. The train ride didn't want to end, it seemed a lot longer than last time, but finally with a few minutes delay it arrived. I got out of the train and looked around the station, but could not see Mike anywhere, so I went to the parking lot of that station and checked for his car, and indeed could see it at the far end of the, all alone half in the dark. I headed for the car and when I got closer I could see Mike sit inside smiling at me. I opened the door and said hi with a big smile and he replied back. I got in the car and he drove on right away, away from the station and after only 5 minutes we're out of town. He asked how I have been and how I feel now, I told him it was not that easy but obviously I managed, and he then asked me if I would prefer it on the seat or if I would prefer it in the trunk. I was joking that it is sure weird to be asked and have that choice, so he replied that that's fine then, he would decide and the trunk it is. He pulled over the next possibility, a small holding area without much light, but I haven’t seen many cars on this road so far, so doubt it would be any trouble.
He told me to get out of the car and behind it, I did as told and he immediately grabbed my arms on to my back and I heard and felt cuffs clicking in place. I smiled immediately, somehow I expected that form him. Then he opened the trunk and I was surprised what I saw - his slave chained up inside the trunk. Mike said that he wanted to be with us when picking me up and was hoping to spend the trip with me together in the trunk, so be it then, Mike said and pushed me inside, making sure I find space right next to his slave, facing each other, and even in the dark with the slave muzzled I could definitely see that big smile of that boy. The lid shut and we went on driving. I guess that is a nice first half hour to spend and enjoyed to be locked up with that boy in that trunk. The car stopped and I thought we are there, but instead nothing happened, we were both left in that trunk. After 15 minutes the car went on again. I was not sure where he went, since his club should have been reached by now, but the car stopped and started a few times before finally it stopped and the trunk was opened again. Mike smiled and said that he guessed I would not mind spending some more time in there while he did some errands needed for the evening.
I told him that I most certainly would not mind that at all, and having such a good company even better. he helped us both out and I could see that the boy was again (or still) wearing the same as I last saw him, the shackled and chains and the muzzle, and of course not to forget, his welded steel belt. We went inside the club through the backdoor and I could hear that it must be some busy in the club already, obviously already many people there. We got into his private room and the boy immediately went to one of the corners and took his position, obviously he has his place in every of the rooms here. He kept his head bowed, but I could see him trying to get a glance of me standing there once in a while, and I am sure he recognized his former clothes on me as well. Somehow the boy seemed tipsy today, not as calm as usual, maybe he is really happy that I am back and that we will spend some time again tied to each other.
Mike asked me if I want some drink or want to get changed right away, I did not have anything with me, but know that Mike will have something he would like to see me in, I told him I would sure enjoy a coffee now first. As soon as I said that the boy got up and disappeared in the back, to come back after a few minutes with a fresh coffee, placed it next to me on the table and went back to his place again. I noticed again his look at me, excited and scared at the same time, so I wondered... maybe he knew already what Mike had in mind for the tow of us ... I would just wait and let it come...
I drank the coffee and thought I sure will have to tell that boy how I prefer mine, it was bitter and too strong for my taste, but I still drank it all, the boy sure wanted to please so I did not want to disappoint him. Mike in the meantime grabbed some things out of his cupboard and when I finished the coffee he surprised me form the back with pulling a rubber hood over my face, no eyes, but open nose and mouth. Then he ordered me to strip completely, which was quickly done, next I felt was those steel shackles applied to my wrists and ankles, but no chain connecting them. I was then lead outside the room into the club where I could make out people paying immediate attention, they must have expected me (or someone being lead in like that). I was taken to the middle of the room where my wrists were attached to the left and right to a chain coming from the ceiling; also my legs were spread wide and attached to hooks in the floor. The chains from the ceiling then were lifted up, and I was stretched to a point where I could just stand on my tiptoes. Next I felt Mike putting a large gag into my mouth, larger than the ones I had before with him and this one without tube, so I could guess it would not be a long time gag for now.
I was left standing there for at least half an hour and could make out the others are talking about the procedure, whatever procedure they meant with it, and at some point I suddenly felts someone touching my hips, just where the belt ended. I was not sure whet was done, but obviously something was attached, it felt different. Suddenly I felt a collar being placed on my neck, the same heavy thick collar I had on once already. The music got turned up very loud then and I could no longer make out anything clearly. just at some moment I thought I got touched again, and again and again ... well I thought they might be dancing to the music around the place where I was stood and accidentally touching me occasionally, someone spilled a drink over me too during that one left one right, also on the back, they obviously are a bit drunk I thought.... then I was let down again and lead over to the wheel where I spent last time watching the boys ritual. I was helped to stand on the pedestals again and several hands immediately strapped my entire body on to it again, I was again unable to move, but I also did not see anything this time. Then the wheel started spinning, around and around and around, I got completely dizzy for a while, a great feeling being so absent and dizzy and helpless. The wheel stopped again with me upright luckily, I think upside down I might have vomited as dizzy as I was.
I could fees someone play with my nipples now, clamps were attached, rather soft ones so I had no trouble, a bit pulling on the clamps happened and they were removed again, just to be replaced by others, those ones very sharp biting and I moaned heavy indicating the pain they cause, so they got immediately off again. I heard Mike now telling me he will ease it up a little and I felt something rubbed on to my nipples and around them. a short minute later I could feel him again twisting the nipple, but this time I hardly felt anything, so I guessed the has some sedative cream or similar applied to stop the pain I felt before, and indeed whatever clamps he applied now I could hardly feel pain, someone twisting and pulling and pushing the clamps and all I felt was nice tingling. At some point the nipple playing stopped and I was left alone for a while, I thought it was about half an hour. The longer I stayed there the more of the previous pain on the nipples I felt though, I jut hoped it would not be too sore.
I was then taken off the wheel again and Mike lead me back out to his private room, telling me to stand still. I waiting a few minutes and he came back with something to put on. He told me my nipples are sore so to prevent rubbing he will put some plaster on it before getting me dressed. I though how much he really cares is great. Once done he told me to lift my leg one by one and get into the suit. He straightened the socks of it; it was a rubber suit again with attached feet. One inside the feet he pulled it all up to my torso, straightened it out everywhere again and then continued over the shoulders, my arms inside the sleeves which have attached finger gloves too. Then he pulled something underneath that heavy steel collar I still had on, I could not make out what it was right now. Then he took off the gag and the rubber hood and I could see that this suit had a hood attached as well, that was what he pulled underneath the collar, so that he did not have to take it off. He pulled that over my head now and made sure all is at its place, it fitted as if it were made for me. He then closed the back zips and padlocked them I got used to those padlocks; he wants everything to be securely locked on. He told me then that this suit would not come off before I leave; it had a zip at the back crotch area too, so that would not be a problem. Now he gave me a pair of waders to put on and then he applied those heavy shackles on my wrist and ankles again with the one feet chain between them, last attaching the interconnecting chain between those at the ankles and wrist to the collar. He tells me then that I am ready for now and should go out to the bar and help my little slave brother with his chores, his boy serving the crowd and me collecting empty glasses and bottles. When entering the bar again I noticed it being a lot more crowded, it was really rather full by now, and I saw the boy behind the bar serving the drinks, still chained and muzzled as before. I could see him smile under it again when he noticed me entering, but he immediately continued his work. I though I should do so as well, and shoveled as much as the chains allowed through the room, collecting all empty bottles and bringing them back to the bar. Being a busy night I was constantly busy with my collecting, in those chains you cannot carry as much as without, so I had to walk over and over again, and when finished at one end could start at the other all over again.
Finally the club emptied and once everyone was gone I helped the boy clean up the rest on the bar and clean up the clubrooms, while Mike did the finances of the evening. When finished with our cleaning we were back at the bar and I saw Mike sit there having a coffee for himself and on top of the bar a rubber suit and another pair of waders, as well as another muzzle. He told his boy to come closer and took of the boy’s chains and shackles and as well the muzzle, then he told me to help the boy get into that rubber suit, the same one as I wear. it took only short to have the boy covered just like me from head to toe in that suit, get the waders on him and Mike then locked all shackled and the suit itself of course on the boy. He did leave off the muzzle though and told us to get something to drink, and to make it plenty drinking. We went behind the bar and the boy got out two large 2 liter bottles of water and gave one to me, we drank it all eagerly and after some minutes we finished them and put the empty bottles where they belonged. Mike told us the come back to him again and the boy immediately went on his knees when being there, so I thought I might just comply and do the same. Mike had a wide grin on his face when he saw that and said, that we are two good boys and he's happy with us. then he applied the muzzle back to his slave and next the same one on to me head, you could have said that there are two twins kneeling there right now, looking identical, chained identical. then Mike produced another chain out of his pocket, very short and placed it on the boys collar front, then he told us to fact each other, nose on nose, and when we knelt there nose on nose he attached the other end of that short chain to my collar, we now could no longer pull away from each other, and when being fact to face has to look in each others eyes, but muzzled as we were we could not talk or kiss or lick or ... anything. Then he told the boy to go to bed. The boy got up and dragged me with him up of course and carefully we managed to walk towards the basement. It was not easy to get downstairs like that but we managed to get into one of the rooms downstairs. In the corner a cage just large enough to get us both inside and the door had a snap is lock, so one the boy pulled it shut it was locked. Even though it was dark I could see in the boy’s eyes that he was smiling and he dragged me downwards and we both attempted to get some positions where we could both lay comfortable enough o get some rest. after lots of dragging and pulling and pushing limbs we finally managed to find a position all wiggled with each other and the chains, but we were able to get a rest there- and even though it was not the most comfortable one, I enjoyed it very much because I was there chained to that slave again.
we got woken up by Mike the next day when he came in and unlocked that cage, we has some trouble to unwind our bodies and chains and Mike laughed watching us. He said get used to it you will sleep here together a lot. Once we were out of the cage the boy remained on his knees and me attached to his collar stayed just the same facing him. Mike took off that chain then and told the boy to get breakfast done. The boy left immediately and Mike pulled me up and said that he had plans for me. Tonight is diving theme party so I will need some decorations placed all over the place and you will be part of it. He told me to follow him and we went upstairs to the bar. the boy had prepared some sandwiches and coffee for his owner on the bar and I could see the boy kneel as usual in his corner, but this time with two plates in front of him and two cups coffee, it was obvious that this was for both of us the place to eat so I want there and took same position as the boy and waiting. Mike smiled and told us to get started and then started his own breakfast too. We eat and drank what we had and the boy got up twice during it to refill Mikes coffee, just to return back to me, kneel and continue his own.
once finished with the breakfast the boy cleaned up all the dishes and Mike came along to me and told me that we both will have to make sure of today’s decoration . The boy came back right that moment and was kneeling next to me then. Mike continued that the stuff we have to use for decoration is outside in the barn, the boxes marked 'dive' have everything we need to set up and that we should start right away. We both left to the barn and looked up the mentioned boxes, there were about 20 of them and we took them all inside the club. unpacking each of them reveals lots of aquatic items, suits, helmets, boots, gloved, masks, all that is used, and the boy started to place those items around the club, not just random, he seemed to have a plan in mind and it looked well while I watched him. I started placing the items as well, trying to match his pattern, and when all boxes were empty we looked around - the one or other items to move around a bit, but in general it looked alright. We took about 3 hours to finish it all, but we both - without having spoken a word through our muzzles - thought it is fine. It was the just after noon when Mike was back and checked the decoration, he did not say anything but from his looks we gathered he was satisfied with it. He then came up to us and told us both to get the two large boxes of his car inside. We went outside and got them as he told us, two pretty heavy boxes, placed them in the middle of the room, and since he was not present that moment we both went into the designated corner kneeling and waiting. We stayed there about an hour before Mike returned. He ordered his boy to get some lunch prepared while checking out the two boxes, he did not unpack anything so I was not sure about their content. But I was curious what it might be.
The boy came back with a plate he places on the bar for Mike an got back to get two more plates for us, placing them again on the floor at our corner. We both then waited until Mike took place at the bar and started his lunch, in the middle of it he finally told us to start and we had our own lunch as well. When we finished the boy immediately cleaned it all up and once finished was right next to me on his knees again. Those rubbered muzzled twins we were, we had not spoken a word since we met again, but it seems we just understood each other perfectly. Mike called us to get into the private room and wait there for him, we went there right away and the boy took his place again in a corner kneeling, so I joined him there the same way. Mike came after a short time and went to the cupboard, coming out with two black dry suits, holding them towards us and telling us to get into them. having no further orders we knew it was meant to be worn over out current rubber, so we both started getting into those dry suits, we helped out each other where needed and ended up both in black heavy rubber dry suits with feet, gloves and a open face hood attached, worn over our rubbered and muzzled bodies. Mike came back and grabbed two hoods from a drawer, two identical ones, full head covering gasmasks, he placed them over each of us and once zipped shut a padlock attached that zip to our collars. He then told the boy to wait here while he prepared me for the evening. It was only early afternoon, so I was curious what was to prepare, but I followed Mike as he told me. Back in the clubroom he told me to stand next to one of the boxed and he started to unpack it. Containing was one of those old antique heavy diving suits, lots of metal and weights and the ultimate steel helmet. He started with the suit itself, holding it in front of me and telling me to get inside. I stepped inside and with Mike's help we got it all over my body. It was pretty baggy but not as heavy as I thought. Next he added the steel plated boots that come with it, once I was laced into them I felt their weight immediately, every move I tried to make in them was extreme heavy. Next Mike added the gloves that come with that suit to my hands, once snapped shut to the ring on the suit I knew it was now difficult to do much with the hand, bulky thick heavy gloves covered my hands now. Then Mike added the metal plate around my shoulders, he places it proper and screwed it on to the suit. I was thinking ho much trouble people had to go through those times when diving professionally. The place was very heave steel and I wondered how people those times were able to deal with such weight on a longer time. But the heaviest was to come - Mike took out that steel helmet that goes with that suit and placed it over my head, once settled on the shoulder plate he turned it to settle it proper and then opened the front window in it. It was a strange feeling to be inside that helmet and again I wondered about the people in the old times that had to wear that on almost daily base. Mike continued getting the weight belt that originally is applied as well and placed it on my body, I was almost going into the knees when it was places on me, it was really heavy stuff, hard to really move much around in all that stuff I thought. When Mike was finished he told me that I should get used to it, it would stay on for a while, and to better accompany all the weight he told me to go outside and walk around the building until he calls me back again. I looked a bit dazzled nut started walking, the heavy steel on my feet made it not easy, but the heavy weight of the helmet and the additional weight on my body made it a real hard task - yet I went outside and started walking as he told. I started sweating heavily very quickly and thought that I hope to be called back in soon, but in fact I had to circle the building at least 20 times before he called me back in, I was sweating heavily and pretty exhausted by now from the weight I had to carry with me.
Back in the room I saw another diver just like me; the boy had been placed in the identical outfit in the meantime. Once I stood next to him Mike sent him away on the same trip round the building until he would call him back. The boy left right away and I could see him having the same troubles with the weight of the suit as I had. Mike then turned to me and told me that we both would have to do our evening job of serving and cleaning in that current outfit, the rounds circling the building were a first training to get used to the suits. But since it was still several hours before the club opens, we'd get to rest a while, to make sure we would not be too exhausted for the long night. He stood me on the side of the room and started to lower some chains connected to a x-frame from the ceiling. Once the chains reached my waist he stopped it and came back to me to start attaching the chains to the weight belts I had around my body. He also added a suspension strapping around my waist and thighs. Next he used some rope and straps to fix the heavy helmet to the top on the frame very tight so that once lifted it would be taken off the shoulders a little, hence taking the weight off my shoulders. Now he told me to spread my legs a bit and then attached a spreader bar of two feet with ankle restraints on there and last he attached restraints to my wrist and locked each to one side at the chains as well. He then disappeared of my limited sight through the helmet window and I could feel him handling the helmet on the backside. Shortly after some hissing sound came into the helmet, he must have connected it to an air supply. Then he reappeared in my view and told me that the party would start in 5 hours, so I should get a good rest up there to be fit for it. Then he closed that small window and right after I felt the winch lifting my heavy encased body up to the ceiling. The helmet window only allowed a view straight forward, but since I could see the opposite ceiling, I knew that I was up there all at the top of it now. I of course tried the restraints but other than a slight swinging I could not achieve. I got horny once again as so many times while being here, and once more was swearing on that steel device causing heavy troubles to my dick, but I floated between horny and pain almost continuously since I got locked into it and had to admit that I actually liked it a lot. Still I was looking forward to the end of this visit when it would be taken off again. I could make out Mike calling in his boy now and guessed he would have that same treatment as I had now, and after 10 minutes I saw him appearing in my helmet window - he was suspended like me, just on the opposite site of the room. We now were seeing each other here in our 'resting' position, but the rubber masks we had on prevented to see any motion in each others face and eyes. but I was sure he was feeling the same way as I did, I thought that in fact we had been both locked in that device at almost the same day and in it ever since, and he must be sweating and feeling just like me, and again I got hard even more by thinking about these two twins sharing their faith that same was all over.
For the next few hours there was nothing else to see or hear but the hissing of the airflow into the helmet and the view of the other boy hanging up here just like I do. since I did not move at all hanging here I even cooled down a bit and was no longer sweating, but thinking of working here in the club all evening in this outfit I was sure that there would be plenty more sweat to come. I tried to relax and get read for that night and suddenly I felt myself being lowered again. Back standing on the floor I could see that there were a few others in the room already, so the club must have opened by now and have the first guests. Mike undid all restraints and chains so that I once again had the full weight of the suit on myself. He opened the front window of the helmet again and told me to get started behind the bar; guests were waiting for their drinks. I lifted my weight which seemed a lot heavier than before over there and started as ordered. I wondered why the boy was still left hanging up there; then again there were not yet many people here so not enough work for two slaves at this time. The guests arrived slowly and all of them wearing rubber in some forms, and of course many applied to the evenings theme and were in any forms of diving gear, dry suits and some even full equipped with goggles and even flippers. I could make out tops but as well slaves standing, kneeling, being on leash, a pretty mixed crowd I thought, but a good one. I thought I was lucky to be behind the bar, I would not have to walk too much in that heavy outfit, just the few steps to the left and right when serving the guests, still with the heavy suit and accessories on it I was sweating continuously, and the temperature in the club did its work as well of course. I saw Mike take the boy down at some point and he obviously was told to get started too, since he immediately walked around as good as the outfit allowed and collected like I did another evening all the bottles and glasses. I caught myself watching him often during the evening, somewhat I might have fallen for him too, even though we had not spoken a word ever since we met, I felt there was some connection that was drawing me towards him and making me enjoy to share this time with him in the same way. I almost could feel what he must have felt in each of the situations we were put in.
The evening went on well and I could see all of the guests having their fun, but I also was surprised that they obviously took us two slaves as a normal granted part of the club, no special attention, no comments, just as if we were normal waiters. After the evening ended and the guests left Mike has the both of us clean up the entire club, having had a long evening the weights of our suits were getting really heavier by the minute, and now having to walk all over the place did not make it easier. But we managed to finish after an hour and came back to Mike sitting at the bar having finished his finances of the evening and drinking a coffee. He looked at us kneeling in front of him and said we had a great evening and the guests were happy as usual with all of it, and that included the service of the boys. I smiled under my rubber mask and was sure the boy would too, it feels great to hear appreciation, even when being or behaving like a slave, who's natural duty is to do his job to the best possible. Mike continued that he thought we two sure like those outfits a lot, I guess I would say I DO like it, but after some time I sure would prefer getting that weight off my body. Mike then said that it would be time to call it a night and get us ready for it. I thought we'd be let out of those suits now and return to the cage of the last night but I was wrong. He told us to get outside in the backyard next to the containers and wait - so we did and by the time we arrived, Mike already followed with a large box on wheels behind him. He placed it behind us and handled it for some time while we were just waiting for what was to come. I could also make out other noises, I guessed he had also some equipment installed outside here; it was most certainly a winch I could hear. when Mike appeared in our view again he told us to turn around and both step into the frame there, when turning around I could see a metal frame with a bottom to stand on and lots of hooks on all bars all over the frame, we could step both inside and just fitted next to each other, facing each other with our helmet window almost touching. I could almost see the boy’s eyes in there, but it was too dark to recognize it well.
Mike started to fix the two of us to those frame bars with chains and ropes, to the sides, to the top, straps to hold the boots in place, my hands were placed around the boys body and crosswise fixed to the corner bars, the boys arms the same way around my body, so we both hugged each other now, and then I could suddenly head the hissing in my helmet again, right before Mike closed our both helmet windows and strapped out helmets together window on window. he then added support for the helmets towards the top of the frame so that the weight was taken off our shoulders a bit again, at the end you had two hugging divers standing next to each other unable to move much at all, only able to start into the dark of the others helmet. The frame started moving, first a little up and then to the side, just to get lowered down again, but not just that little bit we were lifted before, no - we were lowered down much more and I suddenly could feel pressure around my legs, there must have been some sort of a tank filled with - well, water maybe or whatever it was, and we were lowered down into it. I could not see what happened but when the pressure of the fluid could be felt over the shoulders and suddenly total darkness was around I guessed we were both totally under by now. The movement of the frame stopped and a banging noise that could just be made out told me that obviously we're in place and whatever lid covered this tank was now closed. Knowing Mike I assumed he would even padlock that lid now, even though there is definitely no chance ever to get out there ourselves. Since Mike also told us we're getting ready for the night I knew that we'd be down here all by ourselves till the next day when Mike decided to take us out again. I felt the boy trying to move a bit and I did the same, all that could be felt was a slight hugging of each other, I was sure the boy would be hard as hell, just like I was right now, and I would have loved exchanging eye contact or much more to talk to him now, but we were together and still alone...
With the time passing I could sleep the one or other short bit and was sure the boy had the same, and I was wondering how much time passed so far. also after some time I got to sweat much more than before, obviously it warmed up inside this tank, the sun outside must be shining fully on the lid of the tank and heat it up. It was getting so warm that at some point there was no more thinking about dozing away, only sweating and heavy breathing. It made the time seem more endless, from my feeling I would have said we're stuck down here more than a day already, but I guessed it was still just hours that had passed. the occasional moving of the boy reminded me that I was not alone there in this tank and I tried as good as the restraints allowed to hug him back, making him know that I feel the same as he does. After an eternity the frame suddenly moved again and shortly after we were up there on the daylight again. I could feel Mike hosing us two down while still being attached to the frame and each other and then he started undoing all the restraints holding us there. I was exhausted even though I haven't moved much the past hours and the weight was heavier than ever once any support was gone. Mike opened the window of the helmet and joked that we sure had a good night down there and that it was time to get some food. He started to undo the helmet of the boy first and then take off all his equipment until he finally stood there with his rubber and muzzle only. He sent him inside to get some food done and then started getting me out of the suit as well. It was a relief to be out of it and to be able to stand without those weights on the body, that heavy collar around my neck seemed to be a featherweight right now to me compared to the last hours. He told me to get inside as well and followed me. the boy already had some coffee and food on the bar for Mike and I could see the tow cups and plated in the corner for us too with Mike kneeling there waiting. I joined him and Mike took off our muzzles so we could start too. It was great to get some food and drink and it needed a few refills for all of us before we were finished. The boy cleaned up and Mike came to me and told me to bend over. he opened the back zip of the suit and unlocked the plug, I did not want to say anything earlier but actually really had to use the bathroom and Mike must have thought so too since he told me to go there and take my time and also get under the shower, making sure to flush out all under the rubber as good as it can be done.
When sitting on the toilet and doing my business I realized why that shower also was essential, he did not undo the front of the belt and while I had to piss too it spread all over me inside the suit, like it did the evening before and actually each time since I was in that suit. So starting to shower I tried to get as good as possible everything flushed even inside the suit, not an easy task, but doable with much efforts. The only way out of the suit was either the hood or the sip in the crotch so it again took some efforts to get all water and cleaning out of the suit again after I finished. I toweled the rubber off a bit and returned to Mike, his boy at that moment getting the same treatment, his plug removed and sent off to the bathroom. Mike ordered me to bend over again and inserted the plug again, I was surprised about the ease it went in, I really got used to have it inside almost permanent and I loved the fact that it was even locked most of the time since I got into this belt. Mike closed the back zip and locked it again as well and then told me to get some more to drink before he placed and locked the muzzle back on me and told me to get back to my place. I went to the corner and knelt down as usual and waiting, this time without any chains so I thought I’d not only keep my head bowed but place my hands on the back too. I heard Mike comment it with being good boy and I smiled under my mask. The boy returned after some time and soon after ended right next to me the same way. I would have loved to hug and touch him right now and again talk and even kiss him, but we both stayed in place not moving, knowing it is what Mike expects.
A Blind Date – The Final Part
We stayed there for an hour before Mike returned and told us to follow him into the private room. He applied on both of us the heavy steel shackles and then told us to stand behind each other, my front touching the boys back. He then applied lockable leather straps around our tights, above the waist, around the chest and to the upper arms, sealing us together again. Then he used padlocks to lock our right wrists together and the same on the left. Then he did the same with out right and left ankles. my writs and ankles on the outside, the boys on the inside of our bodies, then he added that two feet chain to the ankle shackles of the boy and the same chain length to the boys wrists. The he told us that it is time to take off last evening’s decoration and make sure all is set for this evening. We had to start slow to coordinate our moves but managed to get walking and starting to do our job as ordered. It was weird to have to move each limb simultaneously and not easy to get it done, but after some time we were in sync with each other and managed to do a good job in it. It took almost two hours to finish it, without restraints it could have been half an hour probably, but I enjoyed it much more this way. In-between I caught myself hugging that boy in front of me a few times and he responded with the same so I knew he liked it and I assumed if I could see his face it would show a big smile. It is strange how you can get such connection to someone whose face you don’t see, whom you cannot talk to, where your only common is to share this type of daily life forced to be together like that. But I thought some of the time that I would not want this to ever end...
Once we were finished the boy dragged his moves towards our corner and once there we managed even to get down on the knees, must have been a interesting view to follow this and it was not easy to keep balance, but we managed and stayed there waiting again. I kept my arms tight around the boy, not only to support us two in that position but more over to show him how much I liked it. Mike came back after another hour and nodded satisfied when looking around. Then he came to us and undid the chains that kept us together, I was sad that it ended already, but Mike had other plans. it was a piss party again this evening and some initiations were planned as well, and he decided that it was the boys turn to be locked in that cube downstairs to be the evenings price for whoever fills the last drop of that cube with piss. He left me in my corner and took the boy away in the bas3emenet, I knew how he’s preparing him now and that the boy would spend from now on till the end of the night in that cube. Half an hour later I could see the screen being switched on and as I guessed before, it displayed the boy now inside that cube, restrained, his helmet the only connect outside. since it was only afternoon, he would have to spend many hours waiting before anything would happen, but I knew how much I enjoyed it and was sure the boy would too. Mike came back to me and told me to follow him. We went into another room of the club where I found that familiar box on the floor, the one I has been sealed in once before. Mike took a special hood off the shelf on the wall, once gasmask hood again that covers the whole head, but there were some wires coming out of it and I wondered what they were for. He placed that hood over my muzzled rubbered head and zipped it shut. He then told me to get into the box. Inside was again that heavy thick rubber sleep sack, so I placed my feet inside and Mike assisted in getting my arms inside the sleeves of the sack. He zipped it up, padlocked it and added straps all over the body to secure me. He then connected the wires of the hood to a device on the side of the box, connected a tube from the gasmask to the side for breathing and then told me, I am not sure how much you will like what happens this night, but I guess it is good that you won’t have a choice at the moment. After that he placed the lid on top of the box and I could hear him padlock it all over. The box then moved, it was on a wheeled bench. I did not know where to, but some more noises of chains could be heard and I thought I could feel the box swinging too suddenly, so it told me that it was lifted up, probably winched up to the ceiling of the club.
Silence returned once again, I was left alone there, but suddenly I could see in the lenses of the gasmask. I could make out the main clubroom from a view that looked like someone standing behind the bar, but high above it. I could see the box with me hanging there at the ceiling, could see the screen on the opposite side displaying the boy in the cube and I could see Mike walking in the room - and walking out of the door. those wires must connect to a receiver and the mask must have a built in screen - it was a strange view and feeling but at the same time great to be able to see what is going on outside, while being strapped cocooned inside that box. I kept watching but nothing at all happened, the boy kept sitting still inside his cube and no one entered or walked through the room. I shared once again the faith of the boy, waiting in isolation for the evening to happen.
Being awake and hoping for any change in the visible screen on my eyes makes time pass a lot slower, so it seemed endless before I finally saw Mike entering the room again, but it took another hour at least before others came inside as well, so I guessed the club had opened finally. My sweat was building up continuously inside the multi rubber I was locked in all afternoon and evening and I wondered what was in stock tonight, since Mike made that remark before but did not say anything clear.
I could now watch all the people in the club having their fun, playing, chatting, and I could as well watch the screen with the boy in the cube - it took some time but at some point I was able to see the cube fill up slowly - it would take still quite some time to get it all full to the point where they would get their competition on for who's going to get it overflow again. I could also occasionally make out people looking up to the ceiling and talking about it, namely me inside it ... or maybe they did not know who was inside, but I was sure they did know it was not empty. I would have loved to hear some of those conversations down there, but besides the music I could not make out anything else.
It must have been already way past midnight by now, the boys cube was filled up almost to the top, when the box with me inside suddenly got lowered. I could watch it on the screen of my mask, and it is indeed a weird feeling to feel one thing and at the same time watch it from distance happening. Once the box was on the ground I could see Mike coming around and taking off all those padlocks and taking off the lid. When he disconnected the tubes of the gasmask and the wires the image went black and I was again by myself, but he also undid all the straps of my body and unzipped the sleep sack. I had been inside so many hours that I had trouble getting out by myself and with the help of Mike I finally managed and was on my knees next to the box, I would need a few minutes before being able to stand up by myself.
Mike the lead me over to a small stage on the side of the room and we stepped on it. He then took off the gasmask hood and also took off the muzzle. He then unlocked the rubber suit I was in and told me to get out of it. I was not sure why he did that, since I still was to stay another two days here and he said at the begin it would remain on until then, but I did as I was told. Once I was out of the suit I stood next to him again naked with the exception of the steel collar and belt. He gave me a 2 liter bottle to drink and I drank it all quickly, I sure could use that. He told me then to open my mouth and shoves a large soft ball into my mouth before reapplying the muzzle and locking it, I could not press that ball out of my mouth now, and its nature filled my mouth so efficiently that I would not be able to make any reasonable noises anymore. He then added those heavy steel shackles to my wrists and ankles, and then fixed the wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling and with my legs spread he fixed the ankles to hooks on the side of that little stage. I stood spread-eagled now, silenced and unable to do anything.
Mike then turned to the crowd who was watching and announced that he had this slave for a couple of days here - meaning me with that slave - and that I was unable to make a certain decision, so he had taken it into his hands and prepared that decision for me. He then turned back to me and removed the plaster off my nipples, I totally had forgotten about those all the time since he put them on the first day I came here. But what I saw was not expected - I saw the same kind of padlocks in my nipples as the boy had received them during his ritual. I wanted to ask Mike what this should mean but the ball in my mouth kept any attempt to speak futile. I stared at those padlocks with big eyes and then with the same big eyes back to Mike and he sure knew what my questions were. He told me and the crowd then that he had applied them while I was not noticing what was going on, since he guessed that it would have been a decision I would probably not have made at that day. He turned one padlock upside for me to look at it and I could see it was welded shut there. Then he said that this was not all, pointing with his finger down at the steel belt’s side, showing me that the padlocks that were originally there had been replaced by welding too. My eyes were bigger every moment, I sure as hell had not noticed and he is right, would not have agreed either that day. he then produced a small mirror from a shelf behind me and held it in front of me and added that everyone probably guesses right, the collar is welded also and he showed me the locking part of the collar that had been welded last Friday as well. I did not know what to say, I would have shouted at Mike that he had gone too far, but I was definitely silenced and unable to vocalize everything that went on in my head. my eyes sure could tell Mike that I was more than just confused at the moment, but he kept on talking to me now.
He knows it is a surprise and he knows it is something to first get a good grip of before I should articulate my thoughts about it, which is why he silenced me that way. He had done investigations and knows that I could - if I want - join his boy and his slave brother at any time; I would not have to return anymore if I don’t want to. He could easily help with arrangements to make it real. He also knew that I had still two more days to go before my return was planned, and he would have me use those two days to decide if I could accept this enforcement or would back out of it. He also said that his boy would be the price for one of the guests for the next two days, so I would be separated from him, but I could decide if that separation was for good or if it was the last time to happen. if I’d decide to go back home he would arrange the weldings to be broken off and I would never return, if I on the other hand would realize that it is what I anyway truly want, then the two of us would spend our rest of times together sharing the faith of a slave life with Mike here at this place. I could hear comments from some guests shouting that I should go for it, that it would be the best that could happen to me, others applauding for whatever reason, Mike then turned away from me and went back to his guests, leaving me standing there alone with my thoughts. He then announced the start of the competition for the boy downstairs in his cube.
The guests did not take any further notice of me standing there and went on with the competition, curiously watching the screen with the boy to see who's going to be the winner. Loud cheering then once it happened and Mike went to one of the guests coming out of the toilets congratulating him for his success. I looked closer to that guys face and recognized it was the one person I has met long time ago when all this started, what a coincidence, the one that actually brought me in this club the first time a few weeks ago. I was still puzzled with all the weird thoughts in my head about what was just revealed to me but yet also was curious what this guy would do now with the other boy, now that he won him for the next two days.
I could see on the large screen that the piss inside the cube has been drained and the boy was let out of it. I could also watch him getting hosed down in that room before he was cuffed and chained dragged on a leash by his winner out of that room. I was hoping they would come back up here but no one entered the room, they disappeared either into another room downstairs or even outside through the backdoor. Would I see that boy again? Could I really go for it? Mike was right, if he'd asked me, I would never have agreed to those weldings, but now that they are in place... I sure liked the idea of my current situation, the past days with the boy, sharing the faith and live as slave brothers, again I thought that I had not spoken a single word with him ever and still feel drawn to him, I missed being with him and will miss the next two days having him near as well.
The evening continued in the club and at some point the club emptied, until only Mike and the prizewinner of the evening were left at the bar, I thought if he is still here, then the boy probably is still here as well, still thinking of what he would probably do with him. They both then came over to me and Mike told me that his friend wants to tell me something, and then Mike left. His friend started talking to me, he tried telling me that I really should consider it strongly to accept my faith as it is now, he knows Mike very long and as far as he knows me he was sure that it would be the right thing for me, I would not find any better future than this. he also said that he made a decision for the other boy for the next two days, since it will be the time I had to make my decision and since Mike told him how much the two of us are drawn to each other (so Mike had noticed it too ...), he would not take that boy away, but instead had a setup that should ease my decision about it. He then took my wrist and ankle restraints off the hooks and chains and lead me away from the stage, downstairs into one of the rooms. Inside I saw the boy kneel in a corner, chained as usual, this time a tube coming out of his muzzle and also this time added a longer chain bolted into the wall. He was able to walk inside that room but not leave it. A few cupboards were in that room and even a toilet in one corner, it was set up obviously as sort of prison cell where one could spend more time in. I was told that I should not speak now, but instead think first, when he started taking off the muzzle and also then removed the ball in my mouth. I first wanted to shout but then thought it would be probably wiser to keep silent for the moment indeed. A new gag was then inserted into my mouth, this one again with a tube for breathing and feeding. on top a thick leather hood was placed, heavy padded, the tube of the gag fitted in the prepared hole, the eyes were open, but the padding prevented much noise coming through. The hood was again padlocked. He led me into the corner of the room then and had me sit down on an old mattress there. My ankle shackles were padlocked to each other directly and each wrist shackle was attached to a very short chain on the wall to the left and right of the corner. I would not be able to get my arms close to my body, feed myself or in fact do much at all with or for myself.
Mike came back as well now into that room. He then explained that it was decided that I would spend those two days here in this room, locked as I was, the door to this room would be locked and sealed for the next two days with no one to come in or out. The other boy would be here with me at all times and take care of all my needs, he would feed me, make sure I have all I need, help me with toilet use (i.e. I would have to piss myself anyway but as well the boy was given the key to my plug and would assist with a bowl to take care of that need), there was enough food in the room for the both of us for the two days. neither of us could speak of course, so we would have to find ways to communicate any possible needs, but he was sure that we were having no trouble finding that ways. In two days time Mike would return and take me out of this room, it was then for me to decide if I would stay or leave. I listened to it carefully and as surprised about this setup, but also happy to spend the time with the boy and not by myself. The boy remained all the time kneeling in his corner silently without any noticeable reaction. The tow then left, I could see the door getting shut and thought I could make out that is was locked as well, all silent by then.
I still wasn't sure what to think of the entire matters at the moment, but looked over to the boy, he was now also looking at me, and after the door was shut and locked he got up and came over to me. He kneels in front of me and I could see his eyes, happy to have me with him on one hand, but pleading as well, probably pleading for me to make the right decision. I would have given anything to talk to him right now, talk to him what was going on in my mind, how I felt about the situation, but also how I felt about him, hoping to get a direction from him maybe about what I should do. but there was no chance for that, we would spend the next 48 hours together here in silence, just the two of us, just seeing each other, him having to take care of a helpless boy chained to the wall for all that time.
He must have felt what I thought probably, he got closer to me and managed to get his chained arms around my neck, cuddling close to my body in the best way our restraints allowed it and pressing his body to mine. It was a very comforting feeling and we stayed like that for at least two hours before the two of us drifted away into sleep.
I woke up when the boy tired careful - not to wake me actually - to get his chained limbs off me and I could see him walk over to one of the closets and inside was indeed all necessary food and supplies. He started to get some drinks ready, since we both were unable to get anything else through our mouth tubes. He added several pills and powders to the water, I assumed it was vitamins and nutritions for our bodies and when finished he came back to me and knelt in front of me. He saw I was awake and I thought I would recognize a smile under that muzzle ... I tried smiling back, but under this think padded hood he would not recognize anything. I tried speaking, but it was hopeless, nothing but some silent mumbling was to come out. He just nodded, I think he knew I wanted to talk to him, and then held the bottle he prepared on to my mouth tube and connected it. he fed me the whole bottle first carefully, making sure I don’t swallow too much at a time, making sure I am well taken care of and only after I finished mine completely he took his own. He then took away the bottles, cleaned them and placed them back where they belong. He came back to me and pointed with his fingers to the toilet, indicating the question if I needed to, but I shook my head; there was no need for it yet. So he remained kneeling in front of me and looking at me, again I thought I could make out a smile under that muzzle, but again also I thought to see that pleading in his eyes - hoping I would stay with him once the time has come.
I nodded to him, trying to indicate that he should come closer and it took a minute to understand but then he got it and came close to me again, hugging me like the night before - and somehow I felt well and calm like that. I still had to think a lot, and what better to think than tow days in silence unable to do anything but think. but the feeling I had with this boy hugging me now, spending his time caring for me, thinking about his eyes asking me to stay, all that made it more comfortable for me to actually consider it to happen. We spent those 48 hours in silence, him feeding me, taking care of my needs, him hugging me most of the other times, he did not move from my side for anything but the feeding all through those two days.
It was difficult to judge the time that has passed, but I was not much surprised when the door suddenly opened and Mike entered the room. The boys immediately tried getting his arms off me and go back to the corner kneeling down, but Mike waved off and said to him not to worry, it is ok to stay. Mike then came closer and looked at me and said that it is time. There was tow possibilities right now, nodding my head or shaking it in reply to his next question. Then he asked it - would I want to stay. I looked at him, and then looked at the boy next to me, again those pleading eyes, but I was already certain before Mike asked. the moment he opened that door and entered I knew what I would tell him - well ... nod to him ... I nodded twice and could see Mike smile, but as well could clearly see the boy smile a lot under his muzzle too, and immediately the boy hugged me heavily pressing himself to my body as good as he could. Mike let us two a few minutes as we were and then told the boy to get to his place. The boy did immediately and while kneeling there Mike unlocked my restrains, told me to kneel and then as well removed the hood and the gag. He told me that speaking is no longer an option unless permitted, and I should keep silence. Then he went over to the boy and undid his muzzle as well, also removed the boys gag. I wanted to have a look into the boys face, but kept my head bowed, knowing that having made my decision just before I would no longer opt for anything myself. Mike took off the boy’s chain that kept him locked to the wall as well and then told us two to get up and come to him. We followed and stood in front of him. Mike then said that he does not allow us to speak to each other, but we can hug each other and even kiss each other, he added we should make it a good one, since it will be the last for a long time, he would be back in a while and pick us up again. Then he left and closed the door again. we looked at each others face and both had a big smile on it, I am sure the boy would have loves to talk to me as much as I did but instead we took each other in our arms and started kissing ... and kissing ... and kissing, we did not stop once for the entire time until Mike came back into the room.
He looked at us and waited even until we managed to separate our mouths again, we both then immediately went down on our knees next to each other again, waiting for Mike's orders. Mike just told us to get up and follow him; it is time to get working again. We got back to the private room where the two rubber suits were laid out again, the head to toe suits we wore before already, making us identical twins again and he ordered us to put them on we helped each other into them and prepared them for Mike to put the final padlocks on. Mike did with a big smile and said to us, now number one can start cleaning the club, you number two will stay with me, we have things to sort out. The boy immediately went out to the clubroom and started his duty while Mike took me into his office room. he told me to start wiring all needed papers, the notice for my job, the notice for my flat, he also told me to call my boss and tell him that I would not return, I also had to give Mike power of attorney to my account so that he could close all affairs left behind me now. Once all was done he told me to join the boy wit his chores and he would arrange all my belongings being brought here, and tonight we would perform the same ritual as he did with the boy, I would burn all my belongings and start fresh with nothing but my future as his slave and as brother to number one.
I went to look for the boy and join him and if the rubber of the hood would not have been so think I am sure one could have seen a big smile on my face, I was sure that I made a right decision, and I felt happy, happier than ever before, and even more happy to know I would from now on have to stay together with my slave brother, our faith was sealed to be together in this future. When I found the boy in the basement cleaning up I went to him and gave him a spontaneous big hug, and he returned it just as heavy, but then we went on immediately with the work - from now on it was part of our life, duties first ... and maybe Mike allowed us once in a while a treaty together, we would have to see in future. I was looking forward to the evening, it is just a ritual, but it definitely seals this great future of mine, nothing left behind only a great future life.....
(And they lived happily ever after .....Smile)
It's Friday evening and the weekend starts - this time not just a weekend, but I had take off a weeks, so 9 long days without work ahead of me. I had not taken those days off just for fun, I had plans - or better, someone else had plans for me for that amount of time.
I wasn't sure what will expect me in those days; I had not received any information about it. I chatted with that guy for many weeks already and even though I have not met him before, I still got references to him from other people, making sure he can be trusted and I am not going to end up in a disaster when trusting myself to an unknown adventure with him. All I knew at this time was what to wear, where to go and what to do when arriving there.
I had received a description of the way to travel and a drawing of a map of the final location, marking the way and place to go to, additionally I was to find further instructions there. The orders were to wear only some old clothes which I would not need back again after that trip - a T-shirt, a pair of old trousers and a pair of old shoes, nothing else permitted. I studies the travel descriptions thoroughly and attempted to find more about the location on my map-software, but as I already guessed, the final destination was somewhere in the middle of nowhere. My maps did not show any city or village anywhere near that location, the next city was at least 15 kilometers away from what he described. I was to take a train first, arrived at the destination I was listed two more busses to take and given a final stop where I was to get out of the bus and then walk according the drawing I had received. From the looks of the map it was also quite some way from that bus stop to walk and I guessed that there would certainly be no one around that area to disturb or watch whatever expected me there. The listing also ordered the travel times, when to get on the train and with a final 20 minutes walk giving as well the time of arrival. He allowed 15 minutes delay in case of any troubles with trains or busses, but the orders were clear - if I wasn't in place at the given time, the arrangement was canceled.
I grabbed my ID, some money, my keys and my mobile - he told me to have it with me and switched on, at a later time he would contact me on it. I got to the train station time and surprisingly enough the train left on time too. It was a 3 hours ride with the train; I found the correct busses too in time and 1 hour later I stepped out of the bus at the mentioned stop. As I guessed it really was in a lonely area with nothing around - I wondered why there would be a bus stop anyway, it did not seem that there would be anyone living near to use that stop much. The driver also was a bit surprised when I asked for that stop. I took out the drawing of the further way and tried to get the right orientation - then I started walking as described towards the final destination. I had to walk across the fields into some close woods. There was some sort of a trample path - no real footpath or anything that looked often used, but it was recognizable and easy to follow according the drawing. I ended up at the final place, a small open place next to a small river, surrounded by big trees and from the looks a perfect place to stay outdoors for camping or partying, rather isolated, nobody around that could interfere or be disturbed by whatever one wants to do there. Right in the middle of that place a fireplace was built with large stones and to my surprise a fire was already burning there. About 2 meters away from that fire I saw a metal box and when I got closer I could make out an envelope on top of it fixed with some tape to make sure it remains there.
I assumed that this envelope was my further instructions and when I took a closer look it stated on top: Read and follow the instructions to the letter. I opened it and was curious what was in stake for me now, since I haven't seen anyone around or on my way here. The letter said: "Even if you did not see anyone, be assured that you are being watched. If you dare to not follow these instructions to the letter as ordered, the deal is off and you can go home immediately. First of all use some of the prepared wood to get the fire going well again. Then continue reading." I put the letter back on the box and took some of the wood I found next to the fire to make sure it gets going proper again. Then I took the letter again and continued. "Empty all content of your pockets and put it next to the box and then strip naked. Each piece of clothing - without exception - you will immediately throw into the fire and burn it. Once everything is in the fire burning, continue reading." I was a bit surprised about it, but he told me to have only old stuff on me that I should not expect back, though I sure did not expect to have it all burned like that, but then again I was willing to take that adventure at his terms, so laid all my stuff from the pockets next to the box and started to get undressed. I slipped off the old sneakers I was wearing and threw them right into the fire. While taking off the t-shirt I could see the smoke the rubbered parts of them made while melting and starting to burn up. I also threw the t-shirt then on top into the fire and finally took off the jeans I wore; it followed into the fire right away.
Luckily it was a warm day and with the fire heating up now it sure was not at all any cold, naked as I was standing there now. I picked up the letter again and continued reading. "Open the box and take out each item as listed below and put it in or on you as described, they are placed in the box accordingly. Failing on only one of the items results is an immediate cancel of the deal." I opened the box and had the letter next to it so I could read on.
First on the list was a butt plug. It was on the top of the box and taped to it a small pouch with lube. It was a medium size so I was sure I would not have much trouble to get it in. I used all the lube in the pouch and inserted the plug in my ass. I was ordered to eat only fluids and nutritions the two days before this meet, so I was sure I would not have to take that plug out soon. Next on the list was a rubber chastity short. I was to put it on, get my dick and balls seated though the hold and then add a plastic cockring prepared next. The cockring was a tight fit, especially with me already being sort of semi hard at that moment, additionally it has some attachment hinges on it. I was to use next a hard plastic tube, insert my dick into it and then snap the tube on to the cockring, pointing my dick upwards and thus holding it locked in place then, giving not much space to grow anymore. Next on the list was a plastic cup, like they use in sports to protect your genitals, large enough to cover my balls and the tube-covered dick, making it now impossible to rub or feel my dick once covered with it and then close the front of the shorts with the two zippers on the side, loop the belt proper and use a prepared padlock to lock it shut.
I looked at myself - plugged, chastised and locked in the rubber shorts standing in the woods and I stroke over the rubber short with my hands, not feeling a bit of my dick and balls anymore and got harder at that moment, yet the small encasement I was locked in caused some trouble now .. I had to get other thoughts to get softer again, else I would be troubled to continue, but I did not want to spend too much time, not knowing if or who was watching...
I continued reading and the next on the list were some knee-high rubber socks and arm long rubber gloves to put on, they were just the right size and fitted well. After that I was to take out a one-piece rubber suit and put it on, it was well lubed already so it was no problem to get into it and once I had it completely on I zipped up the back to close it. I was now from the neck downwards rubbered and felt trouble coming up with my dick rebelling in its prison; additionally the plug stimulated my prostate to make me even more aroused. I was wondering how long it will take to explode inside, if this will continue to get hornier with every piece to put on. I continued on the list. A wide rubber gag with a tube was next on the list, I was to put it in and buckle it tight behind the head. It was not too thick but being pretty wide it securely shut me up, no more than some mumbling would come out of my mouth now. A rubber gasmask hood was the then on the list, fully covering my entire head and the tube of the gag fitting exactly into a prepared hole in the front - and once zipped shut I was to padlock the hoods zip with the suits zip, since there was no keys with the padlock, I was definitely imprisoned now in all the rubber and unless I would destroy it, there was no way out for me now. Also I was starting to sweat inside; I could feel the sweat running down my back and into the legs of the suit.
I went on reading since the box still was far away from being empty. The next item was a heavy one piece drysuit, feet, gloves and open face hood attached to it and it took quite some time for me to get into that suit alone, usually you have help to get into it, but finally I managed to get myself completely in it and even with lots of efforts close the heavy airtight zip on the back. Sweat was now pouring down my body inside the rubberlayers and I was breathing harder through the gasmask, which was now covered by the open-faced hood of the drysuit as well. Yet the box still looked full, so I thought I better continue with it and read the next item on the list. It was one of those Russian army protection suits, they have no boots or gloves, but a hood to cover a gasmask and it was pretty heavy now with all the layers to put it on, it was luckily large enough to fit on top of all I was already wearing. I managed to get it all buttoned up as it was supposed to and then went on reading. A pair of high rubber waders was now to follow and once in them I was to add some ankle restraints to each of the ankles, tightening them as good as possible and padlocking each. The waders sure would not come off now and with them most of the other layers no more either. The following item was now a body harness, and a closer look revealed that it was a suspension harness. I was to put it on and tighten it proper around the body and between the legs as well. Each buckle of the harness then was to be padlocked again so that at the end I was feeling the tightness of all the layers and the harness, knowing that I would not be able to take any of it off alone now. I was still wondering though if anyone was actually really watching, since there is no one to see and who knows, it might actually be that no one is near and it was just to scare me off that he wrote I would be watched, still I though I’d continue better not to ruin the deal we had.
The only left parts in the box now was a roll duct tape, a pair of industrial gloves, two wrist restraints and three padlocks, so I kept reading. I was to rip two small pieces tap off the roll and keep them close to me while continuing, then to put on the industrial gloves and last add the wrist restraints over them, padlocking them as well. Then I was to take that last padlock out, put my left belongings into the box and close it. Now the list ordered to take that box and look to the left of the fireplace, I would find some chains hanging from the trees there and take the box there. I was to step on the box and hook the suspension harness into the snap hooks of the chains. They were just in the right height so that with a bit of stretching I managed to hook the harness into them, which proofed to be a bit difficult though with the thick gloved hands, yet I managed to do it. Last orders on the list were to drop the letter, use the small pieces of tape to cover the eyelets of the gasmask, use that last padlock to lock my hands behind my back and then push away the box careful, so that I was hanging there between the trees in my harness.
I tested the suspension by letting my weight get into the chains and when I thought it is not causing any pressures I finally padlocked my hands behind my back and letting myself hang in the chains I pushed away the box as good as I could. I knew I was hanging only about 2 or 3 feet above the ground now and wondered actually why the legs were not included in the locking, but even with the free legs there was no way to do anything or go anywhere by now, I was now hanging blind, in several layers of rubber, gagged, plugged and chastised, heavily sweating somewhere in the middle of nowhere and had no other choice but to wait and see what will come up.
I do not exactly know how long it took to get myself ready, must have been about an hour I guessed and I could not really say how long I was hanging there all by myself, at some point even starting to think what if.... what if noone comes, what if I was set up, what if something happened to him, what if someone else comes who is not supposed to come.. what if ... a lot of thoughts going around but still I could feel my dick at all times fighting his prison, so still with all those thoughts I was continuously turned on by the situation I was in now ...
I definitely must have been dark by now, and I was not sure if the fire still was on either, also I could imagine that in the dark now without any fire I would probably not even be seen hanging there in the trees without coming close enough. But then I thought suddenly to hear something. Someone seemed to be around; I heard the cracking of wood when one steps on it. Someone was here, but who ... was it him, or someone else? Even though my hearing was numb with the hoods on top of my head, but I could make you someone must be pretty close to me. Right then I felt one of my legs being pulled up to the back. It was lifted up almost to my ass cheeks and then with a click it was locked on to a ring on the harness. The same then happened to the other leg. Next I could feel some rope around my knees tightening my legs together and some more rope applied to my upper body, tightening my arms to my body. I was sure now that whoever was here must be the right guy; I doubt any stranger would have done that with me. The next I felt was something added to the gasmask and immediately I could make out it must be some breathing tube screwed on to it. A short time nothing happened but I could make out that he was walking away and right after coming back closer. Then I could feel something slipped over my body from the bottom, it was tight enough to need some efforts to get it all over my body, I guessed it was a sack now pulled over me to enclose me completely. Once it was over my head I could hear chains being fed through holes all around the top of the sack and then pulled upwards, the higher it was pulled the more that sack closed over my head, but not complete, since the chains of the harness were in the way. But I know it was quick snap hooks on that chains so as I guessed suddenly both of the hooks were released and I immediately dropped down - I was scared to fall down to the ground but the chain of the sack prevented it, but with me inside that sack falling down the sack now closed completely over my head and I was now no longer hanging in the harness but hanging inside that sack. I thought to make out some clicking again and obviously now that chain of the sack was padlocked too - I was trapped inside all those layer sand now as well inside a sack, helplessly trussed up and locked up, no chance of any release. I was given a hard push now and started swinging there in the sack, I was concentrating on my situation so missed if he left or not. But then it was quiet for pretty long time.
I started listening as good as possible and thought to make out the one or other noise, so he was still around, but I could not know what he was doing. He seemed busy quite a while when suddenly I started hearing voices in the far. It was impossible to make out who or how many, but there sure were now more than just one guy and they were having fun. Laughter, talk, occasional clanking of glass, it seemed a few guys enjoying a night at the fire outdoors. But as well it seemed no one actually took any notice of me, I was just left there hanging in my prison, getting uncomfortable within time, but at no time anyone else seemed to be near me or even touch me or my prison. After what must have been hours it got quiet and I wondered what happened now, what will happen with me now ... but since nothing at all was to make out I started to mumble in my gag, trying to get out some sort of question if anyone was still there. It took some time but suddenly I felt someone holding the sack and shouting to me to shut up. I was to either be quiet since they wanted to sleep now or I was to spend the rest of the weekend hanging there. I swallowed hard, that was sure a horny situation but definitely nothing for an entire weekend ... and since I guessed that he meant what he said I decided to better cope with my situation and remain silent, hoping to get released sooner or later then out of this prison. It went quiet all around me then and I do not know how much time passed, but eventually I even dozed away occasionally, not really sleeping, hardly possible in that situation, but with the dozing away I definitely lost the track of time completely. I could not tell was it still in the night or already morning, but my body was hurting here and there, so it was definitely a long time that must have passed.
I was not sweating anymore now but with all the layers also not cold at all, but that definitely told me that it must have been all through the night already and after another long time I finally could make out some voices in the far again - I guessed whoever was still here must be awake. Either because it is morning already or because they just had to have a piss or similar. Since the voices kept on and laughter mixed with it I assumed it is morning already, I really have been hanging here in my prison all night, I would not have guessed that I could make that ... It took another long time before I felt people around me, someone lifting the sack I was in and someone detaching the chain from the top. I was let down on the ground but not let out of the sack, instead being dragged across the place, probably to the opposite end of it before finally the sack was opened and I was pulled out of it. I was still padlocked into hogtie on the ground but then felt the padlocks of the legs and hands removed. I was told to sit and stay put while I get fed some fluids. They attached something to the tube of my gag and I was told to start swallowing, two liters of water with nutritions mix would be for me to drink before I was to get up. I sure lost lots of sweat all evening and night so was eager to drink it all up and managed to get all swallowed within time. Once the flow stopped I could feel the tube detached from whatever it was on and someone then helped me stand up. I was still a bit weak but managed to stand on my feet on my own. Now I heard a calm voice talking to me: "so far you've done well, boy, if you continue like that, we will have a great week together. I will make sure you do not get harmed, but you have to trust me in that. Whatever I will do with you will not endanger you, but it sure will be a lot of fun for me. Are you ok with that, boy?" Still exhausted from the night I was pleased to hear a calming voice and knowing that I am in the right hands, not in someone else’s hands who would cause whatever trouble ... not that I was not in trouble anyway in all those layers and my dick fighting for space in his prison. But I nodded to him, ensuring that I was ok with the situation.
He then continued that I told him a few things I would love to experience and he had a few of them in mind, so I could look forward to some exciting times - for the both of us. With that he started leading me away from the place and after a few meters told me to get sown in that hole now, helping me to sit on the border of it and slip down to what seemed to be a small hole, just enough for me to sit inside and from what I felt it was just about one meter deep. He then took my hands and attached them to my ankle restraints with padlocks - also padlocking the ankles together. Without help I would not be able to get out of that hole alone. Then I suddenly got scared, I heard and felt that someone was actually filling that hole with dirt and soil, but I remembered what he said - it was indeed one of my fantasies to be rubbered up and digged into the ground, so I tried to calm down again and waited what went on. Since the soil was filled from various sides he was sure not alone doing it and I could hear them talk as well and laugh a lot, talking about me having some extended time in isolation ahead. They made sure the soil really got all around my sitting body so that at the end I would not have space to move in there and the longer it took the higher I could feel the restraining soil around me. When it reached my head I could her one say not to worry, the breathing tube will be safe, and then they continued also covering my head. I concentrated on the breathing to verify it would not be a problem; obviously they kept the tube upwards out of the soil. At some point I could not really hear anything anymore just felt as the end that they must be trampling the top of the hole to tighten the soil around and above me. I imagined the looks of it, a tube sticking out of the earth, and invisible someone heavily rubbered hidden in the ground - and that image again caused trouble to my dick ... no way to get excited in that prison of it, no way to move anymore, and absolute silence around me. I was left alone, gone from this world - literally invisible to anyone who would not know I was buried at that place in the ground.
I was not sure where they were, what they did, what happened and millions of thoughts spinning around my head, it is amazing that the mind comes up with in a situation like that, isolated, alone in the dark confinement, immobile and unable to do anything but wait ... Again many of those thoughts about a "what if" scenario, If they leave, nobody will ever find me, if anything happens to them I would never get out of here, who knows if ever anyone would detect that tip of the tube sticking out of the ground .... Yet, I felt secure, I could not say why, but I felt safe where I was... and I was there a long time....
It is impossible in such situation to guess time, it could have been one or two hours, it could have been an entire day or night ... I dozed away, I drifted away, I was in my own world and time was no matter here and when suddenly I noticed the soil being removed I was even surprised, suddenly being brought back to some reality, well some sort of ... still encased but at least being taken out of this isolation. When most of the soil was removed they dragged me out of the hole and the padlocks holding my hands and legs were removed, again I was lead back to the open space and told to drink what I get fed now. I could only assume the day was over so I was now in this layered prison for about 24 hours or so ... at least I thought so since it was not really possible to know any time of the day.
When finished drinking I was told to stretch out my arms and then felt some additional gloves placed over the existing ones, but there ones were tight and allowed me to hold my hands in a fist only, so mittens were put and locked on my. Next I was ordered to get on all fours. My ankle restraints then were pulled up and fastened to the harness again, additionally my wrist restraints were hooked to a short chain between them and that chain additionally locked on to the waist belt of the harness, allowing me only little movement with the arms. Next I felt a posture collar tightly fixed around my neck, keeping my head almost immobile in place. A leash then was clicked into the ring of the collar and I felt someone dragging on the leash, so I had to follow that lead. With the chains connected to my hands it was difficult to move on all fours, also not seeing where I went I stumbled rather than crawled along. And since I did not see anything I could only imagine where I was dragged to, it definitely felt going away from that spot we were before, but I could not say in what direction we went.
After at least 15 minutes of stumbling and crawling following that leash we stopped and after a short moment I got lifted up by some people, I was thrown into the boot of a car and could notice the lid being thrown shut. I was wondering where we would go, probably to the house of my captor, I would have to wait and see, not that I had any other choice anyway. It was for sure another half hour of waiting before I could make out the car was started and moving. It was a quite bumpy road he took, I was thrown around in that boot quite a bit and tried to keep myself as steady as my restraints allowed it.
A Blind Date - Part 2
We drove for a pretty long time, bumpy roads, clean roads, all sorts of turns, not knowing that area it was anyway impossible for me to trace where we went, we could have gone in circles and I would not have noticed - but after what seemed an eternity the car stopped finally. I tried listening to hear anything at all, but it was hard to make out any noises from the outside, but I hoped to be taken out of that boot right away, yet I waited left alone by myself for again a long time before finally the boot was opened again and I was lifted out of it and set back on the ground on my fours. It was a hard ground, so we were not anywhere in the woods or fields I guessed - indeed we were at a parking lot behind a club.
I was dragged along again and tried to follow as good as my restraints and meanwhile aching body allowed. At some point I was lead down some stairs and further into what seemed to be a basement. Around a few more corners and then we stood still. Next I could feel was the removing of the chains on my wrists and as well the legs being released again, I finally could stretch out again. I heard someone telling me to drink and immediately felt fluids coming down the tube in my mouth. I was thirsty and drank it all as it came, must have been quite a lot of it before the flow stopped. The next I heard was my captor telling me that I should hold still while they apply a helmet, and I should be better good, since the proper applying of that helmet would be essential for what was to come. I was thinking what he would mean by that, but thought I’d better do as told, not knowing what will happen after that.
The collar was removed and then he applied a large diver helmet over my existing head prisons, one of those helmets that has an airtight seal around the neck and is used by deep sea divers, the seal around the neck perfectly tightening around my collar and making sure there is nothing coming in or out of that helmet anymore. I started panicking for air but right after could feel air being pumped into that helmet, they must have connected it to a pump or valve to make sure of my breathing. I was wondering what was to come ... I was then pushed forwards a little, turned around and told to sit on the floor, leaning with my back on the wall - the wall what I did not know was the back of a small box made of clear Plexiglas. Once sitting there my knees were pushed towards my chest and attached to my harness with locks. Next my legs as well were pushed towards my thighs and padlocked on there as well. Last my arms were pulled around my legs to the front and attached to each other and padlocked to the leg restraints, fixing me in a small folded position leaning towards that back.
I could then feel the helmet also being fixed to the back and the sides making further moving rather impossible. Then I heard my captor speaking to me, he had to speak up loud to get through all my head covering but I could understand him rather well. He told me that I would be locked into this box for the evening and I should not be frightened whatever happens, my air supply was secured, and I would sure become the attraction of the party tonight here. So there was a party coming up and I was supposed to be a decoration obviously inside my prison. I thought I could make out then that this box was closed on all sides and no more noises were to make out at all - I was left alone.
It must have been at least one or two hours before I could make out a change suddenly, I thought I felt water dripping into my prison, I thought to make out drops falling on my rubber. This dripping stopped as sudden as it started, but shortly after it again started ... I was not sure what it was, but would find out later what setup I had been placed in. The glass box I was locked in was waterproof sealed, my only connection to outside was the tube feeding my air supply to the helmet. Additionally another tube leads into the top of that box, this tube being connected to the outlets of the pissoir upstairs in the club. So whenever anyone up there went for a pee it ended up inside that box and being watertight it would slowly fill up throughout the night. Additionally as well there was a cam pointing at this box with me inside and that image was displayed on a large screen up in the club for the guests pleasure view. Of course no one wanted to waste his piss anywhere else but in the toilet, knowing it would contribute to my imprisonment and the goal was to have that box filled completely at least by the end of the party.
The hours passed and even though I could not see or even smell anything in my prison, I was sure to notice that this box slowly filled up more and more by what I thought was water, but in fact was the piss of all the guests up in the club having their fun. At some point I could no longer make out any dripping on my body so guessed it was filled above my head by now, yet still receiving my continuous stream of air through that helmet I stayed surprisingly calm. I did not know how many hours this was already going on, but it felt like days already and I was hoping that it would hopefully soon come to an end.
In the meantime upstairs the party was still ongoing but slowly getting towards the end. The highpoint at this party was a competition about the faith of the slave displayed on the screen - so about me. When the level of piss inside that box reached its almost top, the toilets were closed for the guests and everyone could draw a number out of a bowl, one by one then they could go and have a piss in there, and the one who made that box overflow would have the right to decide what’s going to happen next to the slave down there. The guests formed a pretty long line and one by one they emptied their bladders - all of them closely watching the screen in order to find out who will be the winner. Finally the number 34 in the row succeeded, while pissing down there all could see that on the top of the box where the incoming tube was attached some piss was flowing over out of the box - so he was the lucky winner. But instead of anything happening to me, they all celebrated the success of it up there and I was still left isolated in that pissbox for another hour. It was then when they came down and drained all that piss off the box and opened it again to release me. Well, not really release of course. I was helped out of the box after all locks had been removed, the helmet was pulled off and I could even smell now all the piss I spent the last hours in. My hands then were locked on my back to the harness again and I was lead upstairs, outside in the back of the club. I was stood there and chains were attached to my harness. Immediately then I was lifted up a few inches off the ground, my legs chained together and again locked backwards folded to the harness before being lifted up about 2 meters in the air. They then took a water hose and hosed me down for some time before I heard a stranger tell me what follows. He was the winner of the competition before and I was to be his for the next two days, and since I was all full piss he hosed me clean and would leave me hanging there till the end of the party to dry. I could make out some music from far so that party was still ongoing, but I was left alone hanging there in the air outside waiting....
After an eternity hanging there (at least it felt like that to me), the music was gone and suddenly I felt being let down again, my legs were released and also my hands and I could feel someone starting to actually take off one by one what I was imprisoned in. All came off except the gag, the rubber socks and rubber gloves and of course the rubber chastity I was locked into that long already, of course before the hood came off I was ordered not to turn and look, I was not to see anyone or anything.
Again I was hosed off now, standing there outside with my back to whoever was behind me. When the water was turned off I immediately got a new hood pulled over my face, a rubber hood with no eyes, with nose holes holing two small tubes inside and a hole for the tube of my gag. Again I was doomed to blindness, I wonder for how long again...
I could feel several hands on me so was sure it was not just one person with me. I was told to step into a suit, it was a one-piece rubber suit which was pulled up my body once I had my feet inside, perfectly sealing me all in rubber again head to toe, and once again the socks and gloves were held in place by that suit as well. Yet it felt good this time, not being a thick suit but just a normal rubber suit. But of course I was not to be finished so quick...
I was again told to step into some trousers; a pair of heavy leather trousers was put on some sort of motorcycle suit trousers, but heavier padded at the knees and lots of straps from top to bottom on each leg. Also the sides were laced, so once I had it on they laced it up proper to have a tight fit on me. I was then told to stretch my arms to the front and some jacket was applied on me, it was a straightjacket with attached hood, but a special made to match with the pants. Like biker suits there was a zip connecting the jacket with the pants, so once the jacket was on me they connected the two with each other and a padlock secured that they would not come apart so fast again. It also had a hood attached to it so it was slipped over my rubber covered head, making sure the tubes of nose and mouth were in their predefined places in that hood. A zip from the top of the hood all down to the end of the jacket was shut then and like the pants the jacket as well was laced on the sides, including the hood. They laced it all tight again to that the jacket and hood also had a snug fit on me. Next they buckled up the jacket on the backside and padlocked each of those shut. Following now was to buckle the straps between my legs to the back tight and also padlocking each shut. I then had to cross my arms in front of me, placing each arm through a loop at the side of the jacket, they were then strapped snug on the back and another padlock secured them. An additional strap on the front over both arms made sure they would not be able to be moved anywhere; another padlock secured that strap again. Two additional leather straps were attached to the jacket, going over the top of the arms and over the arms in elbow height, once buckled shut and padlocked I was no longer able to move my arms at all. Next I was told to lift my legs again and slip into the boots. Tall boots going almost up to the knees and once I was in they laced them up snug as well. Each boot has a large lash on the side that could be folded over the front and laces tot he other side of the boot, these lashes having several buckles to be shut on the side of the boot, and each buckle again padlocked to ensure there is no way to take off those boots as well. Last they put heavy metal shackles on the boots with a short one feet long chain interconnected and once they were locked I was finished.
Exhausted as I was from the prior treatments I still got pretty horny again during all the dressing up, yet the prison on my cock caused more pain now than pleasure, and the plug up my ass was more than uncomfortable already after so long time. Yet I was still - or again - in a position of no choice. All one could see now was a leather encased body, nobody but my captors knowing who is inside. And I not knowing what was to come or happen. I then heard that stranger who was to have me for the next two days say that it was bedtime, and tomorrow was a gay fair in town and I was to be going there with him. Also he told me that there were about 20 padlocks ensuring that my current outfit was not to be taken off, but he would not have those keys available right now. He would get those keys back at the end of tomorrow’s party only, just so that I know my faith for that time. Having said that I could feel again chains being added to rings on the jacket and once again I was lifted off the ground. I was swinging in the air when I heard him say that he would be back in the morning to pick me up and that I should enjoy a good rest since I would be walking along the fair tomorrow a lot. And after that silence again, I was left there hanging all by myself outside that club.
I tested the tightness of my current prison but the only results were that I was swinging more around and that my dick protested against his prison, having the side effect as well that the plug up my ass was moved slightly by my constant contractions throughout those efforts. Of course it was obvious that there was no escape or any way to change anything on my current situation and position, so I gave up and tried to relax as much as it was possible in that situation. I even drifted and dozed away in that time, again it was not possible to track any time at all, so all I was to do is to wait....
Having dozed away several times I was not sure what time it was by now, if it was night or day, or if anyone was near or not. It took again a long time before I suddenly felt being let down again. I could not stand proper on my feet and sacked down to sit on the ground but was helped up right away. My stranger was next to me, telling me it is feeding time and I would have to drink it all, I was thirsty as hell and welcomed it and drank eagerly everything poured into my mouth tube. It tasted strange but I did not worry, as long as I could get something at all. I realized how much I was actually depending on others since I started this weekend, I could not do anything at all on my own, I was doomed to trust the help and care of my captors ... frightening at one end, but yet again also horny on some other end ....
Once being stable on my feet on my own again, I felt another pull on the collar, obviously a leash again attached to it and I had to follow it wherever it leads. With the short chain between my shackles it was difficult to walk, yet possible, and after a short walk yet again I was thrown into the boot of a car. In my current imprisonment again not an easy task to get in or out of such boot and even less easy to try balancing throughout the ride itself. I was thrown around in the boot in every curve of the street, but it took only about half an hour before the car stopped again.
I did not know before that there was a gay fair somewhere around, so thought that I would sure have enjoyed going there - and indeed I was going there, but unable to see anything or hear much it would be a different experience this time. I was helped out of the trunk and again a pull on the leash ordered me to follow. I could make out noises getting louder while we walked, obviously we cam closer - or maybe were already in the middle of the fair. For the next hours I could not do much more but to follow the leash wherever it dragged me, stop when he stopped, tries to follow any conversation there might be, felt many times hands touching my prison, laughter, compliments I could make out about that slaves outfit, but all in all I did not really get much out of that fair. On the other hand ... what nicer way to explore a fair than to be encased as I was on a leash of someone you don’t even know....
At some point I was pushed down on my knees and left there for a long time, it seems my captor was busy with something else or maybe just sat down somewhere with me next to him, I could not tell, but after what seemed one or two hours a dragging on the leash signaled to get up again and we were walking around again. I could not make it out but when I was shoved into the trunk of the car again I realized that we left the fair by then again.
This time the ride took a lot longer than before, so I was wondering where we are going. When the car finally stopped I was helped out of the trunk again and lead away from the car. I had no idea where I was by then, but trusted my captor anyway. Around several corners and down some stairs I was then ordered to stand still. As if I would have been able to run anywhere in my encasement ... After some noises I could make out I felt my captor holding my head and talking into my ear. He told me that he would have some rest and some dinner later and then get ready for the evening's party again but since he had no keys to all my padlocks he would just make sure I get a good place to rest as well and that he would feed me first again since I would not get any so soon then. I again drank everything eagerly; one cannot imagine how thirsty one gets imprisoned like that.
I was then told to step into a box in front of me, a flat box in the size of a body lying there on the ground, and then to lie down inside. It was well padded on the sides and bottom and once proper placed I felt my legs being placed into something and while he continued up my body I could make out that I was put inside a sleeping bag, a bag made out of heavy rubber and once the zips were closed it tightened my imprisonment just a little more as it already was. Additional straps were then added all over my body from top to bottom including the head. Once all straps were applied I was unable to move any part of my body more than a few millimeters. I then again heard my captor talk to me. He said that even though he will receive the keys to the padlocks at the party tonight, he was not planning o using them right away, in fact he would not be able to, because he had no plans to take me to that party, instead I was to remain locked up here inside that box for a while and he would make sure that there was no possibility to get out before he planned to. I was not sure what he meant with that but was to find out right away.
I could make out a tuber connecting to my mouth tube; it was leading outside the box to ensure my breathing further on. Next he took the lid of that box and put it on top of it, the lid also was heavy padded and once put on touched my upper side, holding it even more in place then. He then screwed that lid on the box and added several padlocks all around it, there was no way to open that quickly now. I did not see but could imagine the looks of that box now, knowing myself inside it again caused pain in my dick, I so wished to touch it and cum ... but there was no way on earth that it could be done at this time. I thought I’d make out some more action around the box somehow, but could not get what it was. In the layers I was encased it was impossible to feel what was going on, but my captor was about to make my imprisonment even more steady and lasting as it already was. He was filling the box now with expandable foam, like it is used on construction works. So one the space inside that box is filled complete and expanded as possible, there would not be any movement at all possible, and one could say that this imprisonment is as definite as it can get, there was no way to get out ever without anyone undoing it all. Additionally there would not be any noise coming out of the box either, so one could stand right next to it and I would not be able to make myself noticed in any way.
It does not take long to have that foam filled and dried out proper, so once he was finished he started to get me stored proper, meaning the box I was in ... He started covering it with thick padding on top and the sides, covering those with fabric and fixing that fabric to the bottom of the box. Then he moved the box to the wall on one side of the room - which I did not know but it was his living room. Once placed there he added a lot of cushions on top of it and stepped back to the middle of the room looking at it. At this point it was looking like a regular couch, part of the rooms furniture, as if it was there all the time. I didn't know at that time, but his plan was to invite some friends over after the party and have them celebrate here a little more, not knowing what or who they were sitting on. For me after noticing the moving of the box it was all silence again, I could not hear a thing and of course neither move or do anything either. This was indeed an imprisonment as definite as it can be. The exhausting of all the past time I already had made it possible for me to doze away occasionally, and since there was not a bit to do for me, I welcomed those times when I dozed away, making the time shorter that I had to endure just waiting silently for something or nothing.
I woke up at some point with hearing dumb noises, I was not sure what it was, but at that time there were about 10 other people in the room, he has invited them for a few more drinks at his place, and they were having lots fun out there, no one realizing that there was a man imprisoned in what they thought is a couch they sit on. They did ask what he did to the slave he won at the last party, but he only told them that he took care of that slave and that the slave would not be running away for sure until he releases him ... how right he was .... and how surprised those guys sure would be if they found out what they were sitting on ... it was indeed also one of my fantasies being used as furniture, but I have not though of it this way, more visible I thought as table, bench or similar ... but there was not really anything for me to do ... and at the end it made me horny again thinking of my situation...
At some point it turned all silent again, I assumed there was no one here anymore and I waited for my release, but the hours passed and nothing happened, so I assumed everyone was gone or in bed ... probably having fun while I have to suffer my isolation here. I managed to doze away a few more times again before the moving of the box brought me back again. But instead of being released I only could make out that the box was moved more than last time, and it seemed as if it was carried somewhere - finally confirmed by what I thought must have been the noise of a car engine .... I was transported obviously somewhere.
My captor indeed drove his new couch somewhere; he drove right to the club where it started. Some friends helped him unload the couch and carry it inside the club, placing it in a corner for evening guests to sit on. Suddenly I could feel something coming down the tube again and I swallowed as good as I could, noticing I was obviously fed again. Another few hours silence followed that. At some point I could make out more and more noises, in fact another party at the evening started. By the bumps on the box I could guess that people were using it to sit on or bump into it, not that I could actually know what was going on. I was trying to imagine the people on top of it having their fun without knowing they sit or lie on a human body hidden in it.
My original captor was curious as well where I was, since the two days I was with the winner of that first party were to be over soon so asked for it, but was told that soon he was to see where I spent my time. An announcement was made in the club that he was to reveal my whereabouts now and he asked a few guys to get that couch over to the middle of the room. The crows looked questioning, but once the couch was in the middle, he started tearing off all the coverings and revealed the wooden box underneath. Pointing to the outlet of the tube which was the only connection between me and the real world at that time, he explained what he did to me. Undoing bit by bit, taking off the padlocks, unscrewing the lid, taking off that lid revealing the hardened foam inside still covering what was hidden inside, using a knife to cut off piece by piece of that foam revealing the rubber bag covered strapped body on the bottom of the box, taking off the straps and the rubber bag and helping me out of that box I could hear the crowd applauding him for his work. I was sitting next to the box since I was too weak to stand by myself. I was once again fed a lot of fluids which I sure needed at that time again. I was then helped up on to my feet, supported by several hands and then they started unlocking all those padlocks on my body. First the boots came off, then the arms were loosened, I never welcomed a stretching more before, it felt so great to be able to move again ... Next the hooded straitjacket came off and also now the pants as well were taken of so that I was standing there all in rubber only. Even though still covered by the rubber I could feel the air around my body and was glad to feel it. Last the rubber suit, socks and gloves as well came off and I chilled a bit, but was happy to feel my body in the air again. Yet the hood, gag and the shorts still remained on.
I then hear my initial captor speak to me again. He told me how well I have done and that he was proud of me having endured it all so far and that I deserved a rest. I was lead away and pushed suddenly on my knees and shoved into a cage then in that club. It was with padded floor so compared to my past times since it started it was the first comfortable way to sit for me. My hands then were placed in thick padded mittens which were padlocked on, my feet were put in padded restraints connected with a short chain and padlocked as well before the door of the cage was shut and locked too. The cage then was lifted up all to the ceiling of the room and I was left there. I could now of course hear a lot more with only a rubber hood on my head and could make out that all the guests kept on having their fun down there, but I fell a sleep soon being rather exhausted form the treatments so far, and the first time in a rather comfortable way stored away I used the opportunity for a good rest. I was not sure about days or times, but I guessed by now it must be Monday night, so I had done a quite good time in all those situations already.
A Blind Date - Part 3
When I woke up it was all quiet, nobody was here anymore, and since I was not sure what time it was I had nothing else but to wait again ... waiting was what I have done the past days only ... I tried to feel my hurting dick with the padded mittens through the rubber short, but the plastic cover prevented any feelings, I would have given anything to be able to jerk off now, and would have given even more to get that plug out of my ass. But I realized that even with the little restraints I was in now I have no possibilities for anything like it.
After some time passed I heard someone entering the room, and shortly after the cage was let down to the ground again. I was let out of the cage and my restraints were taken off the wrists and ankles. Also the hood was taken off this time and even the gag remove. Since I was not told to keep my eyes closed I tried to see, but it took quite some time to get used to open them again. At the begin very blur it soon recovered and I could see my captor finally in person standing in front of me and smiling. My jars hurt, most of my body as well, and I damned that plug and chastity short, but I caught myself smiling back at him, showing him that at the end I did enjoy the times I had so far. He told me then that he owned this club and was enjoying the past days just as much as I probably did. He also told me to get a good shower now and then have some food. He showed me the way to the showers and handed me a towel and told me to make sure I would flush the rubber short as good as I could too, since they were not yet to come off.
I really enjoyed the warm shower and having flushed that short a long time too made it feel a lot better than before. After at least half an hour in the shower I toweled myself off and went back into the clubroom. He had prepared some coffee and a soup for me. He told me that he did not want me to have solid food to make sure I won’t have trouble with the plug remaining in. I really welcomed that coffee and even more the soup, even asked for a refill on both twice. He was watching me during that and not saying much, but once I finished he told me to have a look around, I indeed hadn't really looked around much yet, so I took a look and saw a pretty large clubroom, all sorts of furniture and toys around for pleasure usage, but moreover - it was a huge mess everywhere, obviously there was no cleaning up after all the parties in the past days. He added immediately that it is a big mess and that it would be my job to get it all cleaned up now, but of course I would have to get prepared for it first. He told me to follow him and he showed me al the necessities I would have to use for the cleaning, also showed me all the rooms in the club, there were some upstairs and some more downstairs, and all of them in a big mess. Then he brought me into a room marked "private" and told me to sit on the bench there.
He went on to a cupboard on the side and started taking out some stuff I was to put on before starting to work. The first was again a gag with a tube to breathe, buckled behind my head. Next he added a leather hood, the tube of the gag matching the hole in the mouth, but it had only pin holed eyes so a pretty limited vision. Once zipped shut a padlock secure that hood. Next he gave me a once piece biker suit to put on. It fitted snug and once the zip was closed he added a wide collar to cover and fix the zips of the hood and the bike suit. Thin leather gloves were added and I was expecting some boots to round up that outfit. Instead he added only some heavy padded kneepads telling me that I would spend much time on my knees the next many hours. Then he added that he would not want the leather being messed up during the cleaning so the next layer would prevent that. He took out a thick army protection suit, a one-piece suit, rubberboots and thick gloves attached, also a face-open hood. He helped me step inside and pulled it all up my body. It was a neck entry, so no zips or buckles to close it and before he pulled the hood over my head he also added a full head gasmask over my leathered head. The hood of the suit then closed tight around the gasmask, sealing me off inside that suit proper. Next he applied a wide thick and heavy steel collar around my neck, not too tight, but tight enough to prevent me from taking off that hood and with that no taking off of the suit either anymore. It was about 3 inch wide and about 2 inch thick and pretty heavy. The same style shackles were applied to my wrists, thick and heavy, and the same type he then applied with some difficulties around the rubber boots of the suit. Then he picked a set of chains and padlocked my ankles together with one feet, my wrist with one and a half feet long chain and then added a chain to connect the legs, arms and on to the collar.
Then he said I was finished for the first part of the work. I was wondering what parts he was meaning but he explained immediately that I was to clean each and every room now everywhere above my waist; the floors would come at the end. He told me he would be in town for the next few hours and when he comes back he expected that part of work to be done proper; he would have ways to deal with me if he was not satisfied. I was not to go anywhere in that outfit and also being part of our deal I thought I’d better start going in order to be able to finish that order. He left the club and I started getting the cleaning stuff I needed. It was difficult to walk, I started sweating right away in that thick suit, as well as the weight of those collar and shackles really did their job, but I managed after some time to get that job done proper. Collecting all glasses and bottles, storing the bottles proper, cleaning the glasses and storing them at their place, wiping everything clean, and making sure I do only things above my waist heights. It took me several hours of hard work and sweat to get it done, but I finally managed and I was just about to sit down when he entered the club again.
He looked around and told me that I did a good job so far and he would not have expected any different. Then he told me to follow him again into the private room and ordered me to sit on the bench again. He removed the collar and the hood of the suit, as well the gasmask and again fed me with two liters of water. He told me that if I had to piss the suit would hold it, so I would not have to worry about messing the place again when cleaning it. I indeed had to piss already before, but did not dare so far, and knowing that now I would sure fill my suit soon...
He then reapplied the gasmask and hood of the suit, also the steel collar again but then removed the current chain interconnecting my legs and arms to it. While still sitting, he then told me to hold my hands at my knees and connected them with a three feet chain to the ankle chain, and then he told me to bend forwards and attached the collar with a two feet chain to the wrist chain. The he told me to stand up and with the chains I was only able to stand pretty much bent over and I could hear him laugh. He told me that's on purpose of course and that I’d be better of on all fours or on my knees now. I went down on all fours and it was jut possible then to crawl or sit on the feet when needed. He then told me that I should start the rest of the club now. Since all left to clean is on lower levels I would not have trouble reaching any of it. He would go again to town meet some friends for dinner and be back later and expect again to find all proper done. He turned and left me there a bit surprised, wondering if or how to manage all that work now, but again there was not much of a choice, so I started crawling out of that room again trying as good as possible to move around in order to get the job done as ordered. The first two hours were terrible to get used to the limited movement, doing a proper cleaning job is pretty hard that way, and takes probably 5 times as long as normal would take. I was again sweating a lot in my encasement and this time added to all the sweat was my own piss, which I had to just let go once I needed. I was slowly moving around, splashing inside my suit, the worst part were the stairs up and down each when taking all the waste bags up or downstairs, but after an endless time of sweat and work, I finally finished, all cleaned up, the waste bags neatly next to the door and me sitting on the floor exhausted like hell, waiting for his return.
An hour or so later he actually came back, but he had a couple of his friends with him when entering the club. He did not attend to me at all but just passed by with his friend, some of them looking at me, the others just passing my as well. They settled at the bar and he gave each a drink before coming back to me. He told me he'll have a look around checking now and hopes for me that all is proper done. He the went around the club, disappeared up- and downstairs and after 20 minutes was back. He told me that I had done a good job and he should keep me like that - good cleaning staff is hard to find he laughed. Then he told me that at the end of the yard outside id the dump and I was to get those waste bags out there too and then return to him. He then left back to his friends at the bar. I wondered what those friends might be thinking, but then again after the past days I doubt any of them is surprised, and also I doubt any of them actually knows who is underneath all the coverage here. I took the first bag and crawled outside, it was at the far corner of the yard where I could make out the containers for the dump, taking me about 3 or 4 minutes to get there, and throwing the bag inside was a major effort too since it was slightly higher than I could reach in my chains. I repeated this for each bag, and being almost 20 of them it took me quite some time to finish this job, but finally I managed to be done and returned crawling inside to him sitting relaxed at the bar and chatting with his friends. Once next to him I sat on the floor and he left me there unnoticed for quite a while. When one of his friends needed a refill of his glass he decided that it would be better to have the slave do it and unlocked the chains connecting my wrists and legs and told me to get behind the bar and refill each glasses.
It was a pleasure to be able to get up and stretch again and I hobbled behind the bar taking each empty glass and refilling it from the tab. I was not receiving any further attention from anyone, except when their glasses were empty, and the gag would anyway have prevented any taking part on their conversations. Somehow I was seen to be part of the inventory doing his job. After two more hours of me waiting on them my captor then said to one of his friends that it was time to get to sleep but this guy was to trade in his lost bet. I was curious what that would be but the two disappeared right away in the private room, while I was left behind the bar waiting on the other guys. After some time my captor came back and told me to follow him, we went back to the private room as well.
There I saw the friend of him standing already, wearing a head to toe rubber outfit as well, and as I could make out through the pinholes in my hood, I guessed he was wearing some of those rubber shorts like I did as well. His hood was without eyeholes and the mouth was gagged tightly and he was wearing waders, so I guessed there would not be any further suit on top as I was wearing. He then started removing the chains and shackles of my wrists and ankles, as well the collar was removed, and then he started to take off my protection suit as well, taking into account that it was filled with lots of sweat and piss. I was then standing next to the other guy in my leather suit and still hooded and gas masked. I was then also given a pair of waders to put on. He then placed me right in front of that guy, my back to his front. Then he took out another protection suit, but this time one without boots or gloved attached and without hood. He told me first to get my feet inside and then helped the other guy to get into it as well; it was a very oversized large suit so that we both actually could fit inside at the same time, tight but still fit. Once our feet were in and we had a good stand again he used several straps on our body. The thighs wee each strapped to each other, above the waist we were strapped together, the upper body and as well the upper arms were strapped together. It was tight enough for me to feel the other guy’s also chastised dick pressing against my plug and each more he would make would now stimulate that plug more and more. He then pulled the suit up over our bodies, entering out strapped arms inside the sleeves and closing the zip of the suit. It was tight enough to keep our bodies well pressed to each other. The neck opening was just wide enough to keep our heads side by side tight together. He then added more strapping around out legs right above the knees and down at the ankles, also added some above the elbow and around our wrists. Next he produced oversized fist mittens, putting out combined hands inside and locking them in place. We were now one big oversized body, with the ability to move only together, so would have to carefully coordinate any further move, and the fact that the other could not see at all and we both were not able to speak would make this a real challenge ...
We were then told to get outside in the clubroom again, carefully trying to make a first step, still supported by him on our way, very slowly we made it step by step out there again. A cheering applause from the others on the bar when they saw us coming out there. We were then told to get outside the club and wait at the car, so we slowly step by step walked towards there while the others had another drink. It would take probably long enough for use to get out there so that they could easily finish their drink in that time. I was wondering what was in stock for us in that situation now, but continued to concentrate on the walking in order to prevent us two from stumbling, I doubt we would be able to get up on out own if that happened. Once at the car we stood there, and I was thinking that I would love to ask that guy what his bet was, but since neither of us was able to speak it was useless to even try.
After standing there next to the car for half an hour they came all outside and the two of us were shifted into the back of a van, we cold lie there on the side but not really do much but concentrate on keeping position during the ride. The van drove for about half an hour before it stopped and all got out of it, shifting us two out of the back again and having us stand next to it. My captor then came up to me and told me to listen carefully. We were supposed to walk home back to the club from where we were, they would wait for us there for 3 hours, if we were not there by then we would have to wait till the next day evening for his return. He showed me a path going from the place we were standing and told me to walk down there and gave me instructions when and where to turn left or right in order to get back to the club. I had trouble to memorize it all and luckily he repeated it three times before all of them got back into the van and drove off. We were standing there and since I was the only one with at least limited vision, it was me to start the journey.... we have been driving about half an hour with the car, so walking in 3 hours back would be hardly possible, so we better get on with it, I was just hoping that the driving was more in circles to confuse us and not half an hour driving in one direction away from the club.
I started pulling my right leg slowly first to signal the other to start walking, and he grunted a bit into his gag but tried to follow. Just like before we did slowly one step after the other carefully not to stumble, but the darkness and limited vision of mine did make it even more difficult as it already was. But surprisingly, after what seemed about half an hour we were almost perfectly in sync and walked rather ok. I was sweating again a lot, and I was sure he did as well, since not only the leather/rubber but as well our common body heat tied to each other took care of that. We both were breathing rather heavy though our gags and I would have loved talking to him, but no go ... instead I had to focus on the path - first in order to get back in time, secondly moreover to prevent us from stumbling. On two or three junctions I was hesitation, did I have the right direction in my mind or was it the other ...I did not even want to imagine what happened if I get lost and we end up somewhere in public places or what is worse ... would fail in getting back in time.
I had no idea how much time has passed when I finally say something that looked like the club ahead of us, but since I could recognize the sunrise coming up I was sure it was close to the given time. The last part before finally reaching the door of the club was endless, but once there I tried to open the door, but it was locked ... I remembered the backdoor and we again shoveled step by step around the building to that door, but it also was locked and instead I found a notice hanging on that door. It said that we failed to get the three hours and that all have gone home to sleep now and that we would have to wait for them to return in the evening. We had two choices, one to keep walking or standing around until then or the second to get to the nearby barn and fall into the haystack there for a rest, but in that case we would probably not be able to get up alone anymore and have to stay there all day. I wish I could have asked the other guy what to do, but neither of us could have answered and the other did not even see that notice on the door, since he could not see anything at all. So I had to make that decision, and since we have been (at least I was) very exhausted from that long walk already I thought it would be better to lie down all day instead of standing around all day. So I again indicated to him to start walking, I felt some resistance in him, not knowing what was going on, and he grunted in his gag, but I had no way of telling him. I forced it more or less to start walking and tried to locate that barn in the area. another 15 minutes of shoveling together and we stood inside the barn and I saw that mentioned haystack in the corner, directed us both over there and then had to use some force to get the other guy agreeing into letting us fall down into it. Once we were lying in there, there was now nothing left but to try to get a position where we could both rest throughout that whole day. He did still not know what was going on and tried to get up again, futile attempts of course, and every of his moves pushed my plug in my sore ass and heated us both up more and more. It would have been easier if he would have knows that we have no other choice but to wait, but finally after endless times of resistance he gave up and tried to rest as well. I did not get too much sleep during that day and I guess he did neither, we were both heavily sweating, inside this barn the temperatures were rather higher than outside and our common body heat made it worse.
After a long sweaty day finally my captor and one of his friends came into the barn and laughed when they say us there. They helped us up on our feet again and then immediately fed us both with plenty of water. I cold see the bottle of the other guy empty as fast as my own so guesses he was just as thirsty as I was. We had each about 2 liters or water before they stopped feeding. MY captor told me then about the bet. The other guy said he could make that walk as we did it last night under those three hours, but if he would fail, he would have to be stuck with me another night and day like that. Since there was another small party going on this night we would have to be waiter and bottle boys for the night and then spend the rest in a tighter environment till next day. We were then led over to the club again where already a few people were sitting around. Some laughter and some comments were made about our appearance but then everyone turned to his own business again and left us more or less unnoticed, with the exception of regular calls for refills and regular orders of my captor to get the glasses and bottles in. You can imagine that in our situation every piece of work was exhausting and a big deal, everything to do slowly, careful not to stumble, picking up glasses and bottles with the combined hands inside those mittens turned to be a challenge too, so even though it was a small party with only few people around it was a hard and long work doing all that in that evening. But I must admit that I enjoyed it a lot to be tied tight to someone - depending on each other with every move, feeling each others move at all times.
The evening ended finally and we were ordered to collect the rest of bottles and glasses, in our situation we could handle only one glass or bottle at a time, so it was another hour before we were done. Once finished we stood there next to the bar and my captor smiled at us (well, the other could not see that of course). Time to get you settled for the night, boys - he said and disappeared in the private room, to come back after a few minutes with a large bag that looked like a mailbag or very large sea sack. He ordered us to hold on to the bar and lift the first leg (pair of legs) and step inside, the same with the second one. Once standing inside he pulled that bag all up our bodies, tightening us two together even more on the upper half. He pulled it all over our heads too and closed it with the rope on it. We then could feel that bag being slowly lifted up, just as much to keep us still on the ground, but enough to make sure we cannot fall anymore. Then he applied more straps around out legs to keep them tight together as well. When finished the bag got lifted up further, now completely off the ground and all the way up to the ceiling, so we were hanging tied together sacked together strapped together about 3 meters above the ground, and then I heard him wish us a good night before hearing the door and silence was all that is left. We both tried moving slightly, with the effect that my sore ass again felt each single movement but still my dick as well complained inside his prison, I wondered if my dick will still be alive after all those days trying to get hard without pain and without success ... I was sure the other guy would feel similar, except he had no one pushing his plug, if he was wearing one too. There was again nothing left but to settle for the night and wait for it to pass, however long it will be. I again slept badly, so did he for sure, but the exhaustion since we both were strapped together like that sure overwhelmed anything else and the occasional sleep and doze made the time pass.
Again it was impossible to track any time, but while hanging up there together I could hear several times someone coming and going, I could not tell how much time in-between or what time of the day it already was, but at some point I felt the bag finally be lowered again. The straps were removed and the bag undone and taken away, the mittens taken off and all straps removed so that finally that outer common suit could be removed as well, we were finally standing alone again. I was led by my captor in the private room again and my waders, gasmask, leather suit and hood were taken off, I was told to shower again and then wait here again on my knees. He went back to the other guy and while I had my shower the other guy also suddenly joined, he was let out of his rubber too. We both stood under the shower for half an hour, but neither of us talked to the other, I was not sure why he did not start talking, but I felt it appropriate in my current place as the other guys slave not to speak with others. When finished with the shower we toweled each other off and returned to the private room where I did as I was told and knelt down next to the bench. To my surprise the other guy did just the same next to me, placed his hands on his back and bowed his head. So I guessed he was someone’s slave too, for the moment or for good, who knows, but I thought I’d assume the same position to make a good impression. We were kneeling there for about half an hour before my captor came back in ad took the other slave back outside again. I stayed where I was and could her the others outside laugh and talk with each other but could not make out what they talked about.
Some time later my captor came back in and ordered me to stand up. He then went to the cupboard in the corner and came back with a rubber suit to put on. It was a very thick rubber suit, not like the usual ones, at least 2 mm thick so that it was almost standing on itself. It was well prelubed inside and he helped me get inside. Attached feet and finger gloves and a high collar with some rings all around it. It was not easy to get in but we managed to have my covered in all thick rubber neck to toe again and the zip on the backside shut completely. I was given the waders again to slip in and then he produced a rubber hood made the same thick rubber as the suit. It had human contours so that the wearer would seem to have a different face when wearing it. It had small holes in the modeled eyes, holes in the nose which had a small tube inside to go up the nose and a mouth opening shaped like real lips, but inside also more rubber that would go inside the mouth, covering your lips inside and outside. Also it had several small slits in the neck part, which as I found out then fitted exactly over all the rings of the collar on the suit. Once the hood was zipped shut on my head and all rinds fitted though the holes of the hood a chain was applied through those rinds and padlocked on the back together with the hoods zipper and the back zip of that suit - once again locked inside unable to take it off. He told me to follow him outside, which turned to be a strange feeling in that thick rubber and a getting used to walking in it.
Once outside I saw the other guy kneeling in the middle of the room as before when he was next to me. I was told to get over to the wall where a large wheel was mounted with lots of straps in a body shaped order. I was to step on the pedestals for each feet, making me stand with my legs spread about 3 feet apart. I was then to lean to the wheel and the immediately applied all the available straps on to my body, securing me in place as I was, including the head being strapped on there so that I could not move it away either. Then they left me there and went back to that kneeling slave. I heard my captor ask that boy if he was certain or if he wanted to back out it was his last chance. I was wondering what it meant bout could see soon, the boy did only reply very shot that he was certain and would be please to be allowed to go on with it. I had still no idea what they talked about but then I say my captor bringing a little trolley from the corner placing it next to the boy, it held several shackles and chains and some apparature in the loser shelf. He connected the machine to electricity and then took one of the heavy steel collars like I was wearing before and placed it around the boy’s neck. He applied some heat absorbing cloth underneath the part of the collar with the locking part and then to my very surprise started welding it shut there - if that was a play then it was a tough one I thought, that would take quite some effort to get off again. He then took the same style shackles for the wrists and locked them on to the boy, but this time did not weld them shut, then he told the boy to get up and he applied those shackles to his ankles, again locked but not welded. Next he unlocked that boys rubber shorts and took them off, as well as taking off the plastic device imprisoning the boy’s dick. That dick immediately sprung to action, hard as rock pointing away from him. My captor laughed and said he would need some ice to get that done. He got some ice from the bar and covered the boy’s dick completely for some time, the face of the boy showed that it was not a nice feeling but he did not say a thing. Once the dick was no longer hard, he produced two pieces of metal from the trolley and held them in front of the boy. It was two halves of some sort of chastity belt again, looking like wearing some briefs hen applied to the boy, the held them in place and snapped them shut. It has an opening at the back for the ***** and the dick and balls went on the front through a spare hole. Once again he applied some heat absorbing cloth on teach side of that belt and welded it shut. It fitted like a brief on the boy and with the spare openings on front and back would not have to come off for using the toilet or the boy’s ass. Next he took a metal plug off the trolley. Medium sized but at the bottom a metal plate. he told the boy to bend over and shoved the steel plug up his ass, the plate on the bottom of it matching perfectly the opening on that belt he got welded on, on both ends of the plate a small hole that fitted to two pins on the belt, a small metal pin was put through the small holes of the two pins and a small padlock made sure it stays there. Now he took another metal piece off the trolley, it was the same type of tube that was used made of plastic on me, just this time metal, again covering balls and dick and once the tow halves were snapped together the whole of it snapped on to the front of the belt, keeping that dick locked up upright with nowhere to go. Last another piece of metal was taken off the trolley, like the plug it had small holes on the sides this time fitting perfectly in the pins of the chastity belt and one long pin on each side through the holes of those other pins were added, each then with a small padlock shut so that they would stay in place as well. The boy was not wearing a metal chastity belt, no chance to get hard or touch or feel his dick, removable parts padlocked and the main part even welded on.
I was looking somewhere frightened but at the same time excited to the entire procedure, no word was spoken during it. my dick rebelled inside his prison, and I imagined myself in such steel one too, just without the welding ... The next I saw was my captor using pliers to remove the boys existing nipple piercings - just to replace them with small steel padlocks - well ... not so small since they dragged the boys nipples down quite a bit now. He applied that same cloth around the padlocks again and welded those shut too, they could only be cut off now. Then he added chains to the boys existing shackled, just like I had them on for my cleaning job, hands one feet apart, feet one feet apart and a long chain interconnecting the ankles, wrists to the collar. Then the boy knelt down again and my captor took all tools on the trolley again and moved the trolley back where he got it from. He cam back to the boy and told him to take all his stuff he wore the day before and take the rest of his stuff from upstairs and get it all outside in the backyard as he was told before. The boy got up silently, grabbed his clothes from the day before and disappeared. My captor came back to me and started undoing all the straps and took me down from that wheel I wanted to ask him what that was but decided to remain silent and just watch what will happen. I ***** lead to a chair in the other corner then, it was a chair with wheels on so it could be moved easily. I was sat inside and again straps were applied all over my body including the head, making it impossible to move, not even the head. He told me then that he wants me to watch so I have to get outside too, I was curious what it was to be watched, but not that I would have any say anyway in anything, I was wheeled out to the backyard, where I saw the boy kneeling next to the fireplace, next to him a bundle of clothes, a few small boxes and a few bags.
I was wheeled near the boy facing the fireplace and left there. My captor then started a fire in the fireplace, it was large but I was far enough away to feel only little of the warmth coming form it - luckily I thought, since I was already sweating enough in that thick rubber suit I was locked in. Once the fire was well going he told the boy to start. I wondered what he should start, but say it right away - he grabbed the first pile of clothes next to him and threw them into the fire. He waiting a bit and took the first small box and threw it in without opening it and that procedure went on until everything that was placed there was in the fire and burning up well. After the last piece in the fire the boy went over to my captor, knelt down and held his passport up to him, keeping his own head bowed. My captor said to him, that this was the last piece of the boy's property that still exists now and then he took it. Nothing further said, the boy remained kneeling there and the others watched the fire burning up everything there was. After about 20 minutes there was not much but ashes left of it when my captor told the boy in front of him to turn towards the fire and look at it. He did as he was told and as soon as he was looking at the fire, my captor threw that passport of the boy in there as well, all of them now watching it burn, including me, but obviously I was the only one looking extremely surprised, even if under that thick hood it was sure not visible.
My captor then said to the boy: your life as it was is over, as of now you are here on earth to serve my every wish, to follow my every order, you are now officially my personally property and never to be released again, the welding are sign of this permanence. You future is to be my slave, my servant, waiter, bottle boy, cleaner, but as well my play toy. Do you understand number one? He called him number one, as if he planned on more than one slaves, I thought. The boy just answered shortly with a 'yes, sir, thank you sir for taking me' - I was astonished by all of that but thought of so many of my own fantasies pointing in just that direction, and I was more or less certain that this boy would be very happy with his situation as well. That boy was then ordered to take that other slave and bring him back inside and then assume position at his predefined place.
He came over to me and started wheeling me inside, the others followed too, and once inside I was wheeled in the middle of the room, and the boy immediately went into one other corner of the room, knelt down with head bowed and remained there. I was wondering if he was by nature like that or had been trained to behave like that, but was right away distracted by my captor coming up to me and telling me that it is time to go to sleep. He started unstrapping me from the chair and ordered me downstairs into the last room in the corner. I did as told and he followed me immediately. Inside that room was a large padded bench and laid on top of it was a heavy rubber sleep sack. H told me to stand next to it and then applied a full head rubber gasmask over my covered head, this one with blacked out lenses so I was in total darkness. Then he told me to get on top of the bench and inside the sleep sack. He helped my feet finding their place in the sack and also my arms slide into the inner sleeves of the sack before zipping it up to the neck. He then added a few straps over my body to secure me on the bench. Last he came to my head and told me that I should get a good rest and think about what I have seen before. I heard the door being shut and was alone again.
There was indeed a lot of thinking going on in my head, it was a ritual they performed, was it real... yes, I guessed so, burning the boys property sure made it real, if it wwas a game only, they would have played it very convincing. I kept thinking about the future of that boy a while but at some point fell a sleep, I was sure still exhausted form all the days and think it will take me many days after to be recovered again.
I woke up when I felt the straps on my body being removed and soon after the zip of the sleep sack opened as well. I was helped out of it and to stand up and then the gasmask was removed as well. My captor smiled at me and asked if I had a good sleep, I nodded to him, he then told me to get upstairs and get some breakfast.
Upstairs in the clubroom again I saw the boy behind the bar, on the bar prepared some coffee and some sandwiches - I was obviously getting something real to eat now and not only nutritious drink and soup. The boy was still in his chains as I saw him the night before and still in his steel chastity, but was now wearing a muzzle as well and as I could see it was padlocked too. The looks of that boy brought my dick immediately alive again and I moaned a little from the pain it caused, my captor looking at me and laughing, obviously knowing what went on. We sat there at the bar and had breakfast 3without much talking, the boy making sure our cups of coffee are refilled proper and even bringing out some more sandwiches when they were finished. And each time he was finished he went down on his knees next to my captor with his head bowed waiting silently.
my captor then started talking, he asked me how I enjoyed the past days, they were sure not a standard for a bottom or slave and probably on the long run it could not go on in that extreme, but he wanted to know how much I enjoyed the various parts of it. I told him that at the end I enjoyed every second of it, even if in-between I sure sweared on all of it a lot of times, and I agreed that this is nothing you can do 24/7 to that extreme, but sure can do it often - and I smirked widely while saying that. I was hoping he would consider more visits like that to him of course. He replied that he also enjoyed it a lot, and even though he now owns a toy like that he will continue enjoying it with many others, with or without his slave involved in the plays. Having mentioned his slave I dared asking what it all was about and was told that this boy asked to become his personal slave a while ago and he also had gone through the one or other challenge in the past. Since they both enjoyed it a lot and the boy was willing to make that final step so eagerly they decided to perform this scenario which will officially make the boy his property, giving up his past and living his new future from then on. Since my captor owned this club which ran quite successful it was no problem to have this slave live his future in chains and as slave only, no need to go to work elsewhere or to pretend appearances anywhere else. That boy had decided to leave his past behind and start new as the slave he was. I nodded and said that this is impressive, and added that I had such fantasies occasionally too, but never seen it happen like now, so far have met and known only the part time plays, but I added that I am sure that this slave will be happy with his decision, And when I looked down to that slave kneeling there, even though he was wearing a muzzle, I though I could make out a happy smile underneath.
My captor continued that he already thought that I’d had such fantasies too, most people into the plays we did have occasionally those thoughts, but it is not an easy decision to make, getting into this life and leaving the other behind. I had to agree to it, and told him I would not know if I could decide for that as well some day. He had a big smile on his face when I said that and I asked what he was smiling about, and after a short silent break he said he could offer me a trial to that. I was looking surprised and asked about what trial he meant some more of those multi-day sessions or what else. He said, those sessions are sure part of it, but I have seen you doing a good job with the cleaning too for example, so a trial is not just about being tied up, but also about the serving and working, but most of all, it would include the chastity as you have experienced it by default at all times. I was agreeing that it is not all about play of course but added immediately that I was very intrigued about that steel chastity on the boy, the effectiveness of the rubber short I wear was just as much but the permanence is more likely to be induced by the steel, especially since the rubber short cannot remain permanent on and has at some point to be removed, one cannot live off drinks and soup only I laughed. He agreed, a few days you can manage, but not all the time, but he then added that if I would like to try it, he had another of these devices of steel, so we could try that out as well. I of course agreed, but told him that it is just to try, not to be welded. He smirked and said, yep just to try, and after a short break he added - for now.
He immediately ordered the slave to get the black box out of the backroom and then - for the first time since last Friday - unlocked my rubber shorts. he told me to get them off and we removed everything on me, taking that plug out caused me to moan pretty loud, my ass was a bit sore of course, abut once it was out it felt empty, and I thought I am missing something now ... but when the plastic device was removed from my dick it was more than just pleasant, I was really relieved to touch my dick, rub it carefully, give it it's freedom to move around as it wants - and of course.... got an immeidate hardon ....
He laughed and said that we will probably need some ice here as well, but then told me to get a shower first and maybe even have a good wank, which might solve it too. I was surprised about that but glad to take that order on, went to the shower and did as I was told. The warm water and the thoughts of the past days were making it easy for me, I came a minute after starting to stroke my dick, and how I came.... I took again some half hour in the shower, it just felt great there, and I managed to get off a second time easily ... not sure if he would have agreed to twice cumming, but I did not think that far at that moment. After toweling myself off I went back to the bar and when he looked at me he said immediately that the problem is solved. I didn’t understand at first but then looked down to my dick, and indeed, the twice cumming did its job and I was soft - for the moment at least.
The trolley from the evening before was again standing in the room now, and I could see the parts of such steel device on it, that almost got me hard again, but I tried to relax to make it easier to try it on, I was too keen to try that... he told me to go over there and we can start. He placed the two halves on me and they snapped shut, instead of welding thought he used two padlocks now to keep them in place. He then asked if I wanted to try that plug as well and I thought why not, if I try it then I should try it complete, but asked to be more careful since my ass was still a bit sore. He told me it is different with a smooth steel plug and with lots lube it would sure be ok, and he was right ... the plug was about the same size as the one I was wearing all the time, but it slid in easily and with surprisingly little pain. I heard the padlock click and knew it was locked in place now there as well. Next he took the pieces to cover my balls and dick again, the lower half with space to hold each ball to the left and to the right of the dick pressed to the lower side of my genitals, the upper half carefully fitted on top then, making sure no skin is squeezed, still squeezing my dick and balls perfectly in place, unable to further expand in any direction. One it was shut he pointed it all upwards again and snapped it on to the front of the steel belt, what I had missed out the evening before, there was another two small bars then placed over the encasement and padlocked in place there, holding the piece right in it's place. And last he applied the front shield covering it all up and locked that one as well. I felt the metal with my hand, tested the boundaries of my dick inside, tried to get any feeling of my dick or balls, but could only feel the body warmth of my hand getting through, no other feeling or touching was possible, and immediately my dick tried to escape its prison - of course a futile attempt again, so I started moaning a little again. He looked at me and smiled, I guess someone likes that, he added. I nodded and told him that it really felt great, and by the looks of it, the way it is done it would not even create any large bulge in the pants, unlike most other devices used for it. He agreed and told me he got it made with that purpose, something that can be worn without attracting attention all the time in all-day life. Of course his slave would not have to worry about that anymore, but the original thought was to have it worn by someone in daily public life as well.
He asked me to try it with some regular clothes, to see how it looks like under it. Since I burned my own clothes at arrival on Friday I looked a bit puzzled in his face, but he obviously know what I wanted to ask and added - I have kept one set of my slaves clothes for you to wear for your return home, he wont need them anymore, so go ahead, they are in the private room on the bench. I went three right away and found them on the bench. A boxer short first, some black tube socks next to it, then I put on the pair of jeans that was there, not too tight, not too baggy and since that slave has almost my size it fitted well, next I put on the t-shirt that was there and at last a pair of combat boots standing next to the bench. It all fitted well and when I looked down on myself I found out that one indeed could not see a thing, that belt was really invisible under the clothes. I went back out to the bar and presented myself and he also agreed it fits perfect and nothing is to recognize. He also told his slave to have a look and to see the last reminder of his past being put to a good use now, since I would be to keep those for good. the boys eyes were open wide when seeing me in his clothes but he did not react much 0 neither good not bad, but I thought it sure goes in his mind now what he had done, that he had given up everything for good, yet, I still believed he was happy there n his knees right now.
I sat down at the bar again next to my captor and asked him his name; I told him after all those days I think I deserve to know. He laughed and said yes, you sure do, my name is mike and it is a pleasure to meet you - I replied that the VERY pleasure is mine and that I was really happy with the past few days I had spent here. I also asked if he thinks it would be interesting to repeat it some time, and he smiled a lot, answering that he would like that much as well, and in fact since he runs that bar here he has plenty time, so anytime I would want to I should get in touch. I told him that it might be pretty soon, since I enjoyed it a lot and am hungry for more. He looked at me with a questioning expression in his face and after a short break said that he had a proposal for me. I was curious what it was and asked for it. he then said that obviously I liked that steel device a lot, and it obviously goes well underneath, and if I would agree, he could keep me locked in it for some time even when I leave for home today. I was thinking that it is sure a great offer and told him, well, I can hardly run around with that plug for that long, but he immediately added that he would give me the one key needed for that plug, but the other locks I could not be able to open, thus would have to stay in that belt until we meet again. Again I thought what that would mean, but I sure could make another few days in two or three weeks time, so I guess that would be a great opportunity and told him that I could agree to that. he took out one small key and placed it on the bar and said that this is the one for the back, I would not fit on any other lock three, and if I was ok with it I should try to remove it only when it is really needed, thus keep the plug in the rest of the time, and of course make sure I would not loose that key, he added with a big grin. I said it sure can be interesting to try and that maybe in two or three weeks I could make another few days available. He said that anytime would be fine, so I grabbed that key and put it into my pocket.
He then said it would be time to bring me back to the train station for my ride home and he would mail me soon. he told the boy to go to his place, and the slave immediately went into his corner, kneeling as before with bowed head, and my captor said to me, that he knows when he comes back that boy will be right there at that place for sure, I admired the boy and the captor, it sounded really good between those two. We emptied the coffee and headed outside to the car, I had a last look at the door to that slave and he was kneeling there without a move, admirable I thought and turned to leave.
The car ride was about 30 minutes to the train station; mike bought me a ticket and gave me back my stuff, the phone, pass, keys and some money. The train was already at the station so I stepped in and said I look forward to the next visit, and mike told me that he sure does too, and I should check my mail at home. Then he left.
A Blind Date – Part 4
During the train ride I reflected on the past days, hard days, but really great days, and when I felt unwatched I touched my steel belt through the pants, thinking how great that felt, though wondering how well I would manage the next two or three weeks inside it, having all the horny memories of this visit and not being able to jerk myself off over them will be tough... also if I meet someone for a play during that time, it will be an interesting situation.... but I felt so damned good in it that I did not worry so much more. Once arrived at home I went into my house and made myself another coffee, sat down and relaxed ... I looked down on myself again and thought about that slave, I was wearing his clothes now, and even that alone turned me on already again, causing the troubles down in my pants that are supposed to be there when locked up. I got up and went to the mirror, checking myself out in full, thinking that boy must have looked great in those clothes too, and if I would have met him somewhere, I sure would have tried to get him. I was thinking back on the day I spent tied to him, how much I enjoyed that, and now that I know him being that slave it turned me on even more, I should ask next time I visit to repeat that, or any other way to spend tie to him, I am sure he would enjoy it too.
With that I thought I'd go and check my computer for mails of the past days and maybe even mail Mike and let him know about my suggestion to spend some time tied to his slave next time again. I started my PC and found plenty of mails collected in the past days, I would go through them and reply later, but then one mail jumped to my attention, it was from Mike, so he mailed me already while I was in the train. I immediately opened it and started reading.
It said again how much he enjoyed my presence and play and that he will look forward to the next encounter. Also he told me that he would enjoy knowing that steel belt on me not only the time in-between, but who knows, maybe even after the next visit to him, I should think about it. he then mentioned his slave as well, especially about the bet he lost, he was sure that he would loose it and not be in time, but he actually wanted to stay tied to me for more than those 3 hours and set up that bet on purpose in a way that it can only be lost. He also told me how his boy liked the idea that the last bit of his possessions will be used by me for my ride home. Somehow that slave of his seemed to have fallen for me. He told me also that he had a talk with his slave at his return and that even his slave will look forwards to another visit of mine, and asked if I would be able to wear these clothes then again for him to see me in them. I thought why not, it arouses me too to know it is those slaves last reminder of his past I am wearing so I sure would do that on my next visit. Then I read further. Mike mentioned that I obviously not only enjoyed the bondage but also the work, and he told me that he had noticed me looking a this slave in a way that indicates more than just a curious look. He said that he could imagine me being the one next to that slave of his, there would be space for a number two as well and that his slave boy would sure love to have a slave brother like me. and the last of Mike's mail was that I should think about it in the meantime... and a s PS he added to his mail: I know you want to visit in two or three weeks, and I left you in that believe on purpose, but as matter of fact, I have planned a holiday together with my slave and will be away. I leave end of next week and will be back 4 weeks after, so unfortunately you will have to stay locked up until then. But when I am back you're welcome at any time to come around again.
I thought 'damn' ... that is more than I wanted, that is a total of 5 and a half weeks, how am I going to do that, but I smiled thinking of his intrigue, making me agree to that belt for short and knowing I wont be out that soon .... And also it will give me more time to think what he said ... would I agree to that? Maybe.... that night I didn’t sleep that much either, too excited inside that belt and too many thoughts about what to come, should I or not ... time will tell...
The weeks went on, and each day of the first three were pretty hard, each morning a hard on that shouts for attention but doesn't get any but his imprisonments pressure. Then it got easier, the longer I was wearing that belt, the better I get used to its control over my dick. I had a few encounters in the bars during that time, but avoided any contact too close to my crotch, I would have worried what to tell when someone found out about my belt, yet it excites me as well to have that restriction forced on my by someone else. Many of the nights I lie awake thinking about those days I spent there and a lot more thinking about that slave on his knees in the corner, the last view of that place before I left. I regularly wear that boy’s outfit, each time I put it on brings me back to that visit and I enjoy it more and more each time. I also cannot forget and read it often again what Mike said, what he said about his slave’s words, and thinking about the possibility he offered too. I like my life as it is, I have friends to be with, I go out and have fun, but as well of course have a rough workday often which I swear on, it is worth giving it up? And what will be the future like then, can I trade my freedom for the fun, will it be fun or will I want back again? Many questions around my head almost daily. But still I am counting the days of Mike's return from his holiday, I sent him already two mails that I will be visiting once he is back - first of all to get that belt unlocked, and secondly of course to meet him, his boy and his place again, hoping for more of what I enjoyed those few days there.
Finally the day of his return has come and I am curious if he replied to my mails already, right after work I head for the computer to check, but nothing from him in my mailbox. I sit there a bit disappointed and wonder if I should mail again, but then again, he got two mails already and I should not push it...
I decided for a dinner and some TV on the couch, and before going to bed I checked again the mails. This time not expecting anything, but hey... there it is, a reply from Mike. I click on it right away ignoring the rest of the mails in the box and start reading. He wrote about his good times on his holidays and how much his slave has gotten used to his new life, not only in the club but as well in the daily routines they live. And then finally answering my request of my first mail - yes he would be happy to have me and his slave spend some extended times tied together again, and his slave would sure love it as well, he told me that his boy had a big smile on his face when hearing about this request, in fact he still has while he is writing that email with his boy kneeling next to him. Then he continued that there is another bigger party this weekend in his club and if I would want to join.
I thought about work, one more day then it is weekend and I think I could take a day or two more off then, so decided to agree to that and visit right this weekend again. I replied immediately that I would love to visit and could even take one or two days off extra and when he would expect me then for that visit. It took only about 10 minutes for another reply of his. I was hoping for such quick reply and opened it right away. He tells me that I could come Friday evening already if I’d like and stay until I have to get back to work. He would pick me up at the train station this time. I looked up some train information on the net and wrote back that I sure love it and could be at the station Friday at 9 in the evening. He came back immediately with an answer, confirming he would pick me up at 9 at the station, and if I would do his boy the favor of wearing his ex-clothes, of course I would do that, I had that in mind anyway by myself already.
The next day I asked some more days off and that was no problem, so after that day I went home quickly, grabbed some quick food and headed for the train station, I was wearing that slaves clothes to work already so did not have to get changed. The train ride didn't want to end, it seemed a lot longer than last time, but finally with a few minutes delay it arrived. I got out of the train and looked around the station, but could not see Mike anywhere, so I went to the parking lot of that station and checked for his car, and indeed could see it at the far end of the, all alone half in the dark. I headed for the car and when I got closer I could see Mike sit inside smiling at me. I opened the door and said hi with a big smile and he replied back. I got in the car and he drove on right away, away from the station and after only 5 minutes we're out of town. He asked how I have been and how I feel now, I told him it was not that easy but obviously I managed, and he then asked me if I would prefer it on the seat or if I would prefer it in the trunk. I was joking that it is sure weird to be asked and have that choice, so he replied that that's fine then, he would decide and the trunk it is. He pulled over the next possibility, a small holding area without much light, but I haven’t seen many cars on this road so far, so doubt it would be any trouble.
He told me to get out of the car and behind it, I did as told and he immediately grabbed my arms on to my back and I heard and felt cuffs clicking in place. I smiled immediately, somehow I expected that form him. Then he opened the trunk and I was surprised what I saw - his slave chained up inside the trunk. Mike said that he wanted to be with us when picking me up and was hoping to spend the trip with me together in the trunk, so be it then, Mike said and pushed me inside, making sure I find space right next to his slave, facing each other, and even in the dark with the slave muzzled I could definitely see that big smile of that boy. The lid shut and we went on driving. I guess that is a nice first half hour to spend and enjoyed to be locked up with that boy in that trunk. The car stopped and I thought we are there, but instead nothing happened, we were both left in that trunk. After 15 minutes the car went on again. I was not sure where he went, since his club should have been reached by now, but the car stopped and started a few times before finally it stopped and the trunk was opened again. Mike smiled and said that he guessed I would not mind spending some more time in there while he did some errands needed for the evening.
I told him that I most certainly would not mind that at all, and having such a good company even better. he helped us both out and I could see that the boy was again (or still) wearing the same as I last saw him, the shackled and chains and the muzzle, and of course not to forget, his welded steel belt. We went inside the club through the backdoor and I could hear that it must be some busy in the club already, obviously already many people there. We got into his private room and the boy immediately went to one of the corners and took his position, obviously he has his place in every of the rooms here. He kept his head bowed, but I could see him trying to get a glance of me standing there once in a while, and I am sure he recognized his former clothes on me as well. Somehow the boy seemed tipsy today, not as calm as usual, maybe he is really happy that I am back and that we will spend some time again tied to each other.
Mike asked me if I want some drink or want to get changed right away, I did not have anything with me, but know that Mike will have something he would like to see me in, I told him I would sure enjoy a coffee now first. As soon as I said that the boy got up and disappeared in the back, to come back after a few minutes with a fresh coffee, placed it next to me on the table and went back to his place again. I noticed again his look at me, excited and scared at the same time, so I wondered... maybe he knew already what Mike had in mind for the tow of us ... I would just wait and let it come...
I drank the coffee and thought I sure will have to tell that boy how I prefer mine, it was bitter and too strong for my taste, but I still drank it all, the boy sure wanted to please so I did not want to disappoint him. Mike in the meantime grabbed some things out of his cupboard and when I finished the coffee he surprised me form the back with pulling a rubber hood over my face, no eyes, but open nose and mouth. Then he ordered me to strip completely, which was quickly done, next I felt was those steel shackles applied to my wrists and ankles, but no chain connecting them. I was then lead outside the room into the club where I could make out people paying immediate attention, they must have expected me (or someone being lead in like that). I was taken to the middle of the room where my wrists were attached to the left and right to a chain coming from the ceiling; also my legs were spread wide and attached to hooks in the floor. The chains from the ceiling then were lifted up, and I was stretched to a point where I could just stand on my tiptoes. Next I felt Mike putting a large gag into my mouth, larger than the ones I had before with him and this one without tube, so I could guess it would not be a long time gag for now.
I was left standing there for at least half an hour and could make out the others are talking about the procedure, whatever procedure they meant with it, and at some point I suddenly felts someone touching my hips, just where the belt ended. I was not sure whet was done, but obviously something was attached, it felt different. Suddenly I felt a collar being placed on my neck, the same heavy thick collar I had on once already. The music got turned up very loud then and I could no longer make out anything clearly. just at some moment I thought I got touched again, and again and again ... well I thought they might be dancing to the music around the place where I was stood and accidentally touching me occasionally, someone spilled a drink over me too during that one left one right, also on the back, they obviously are a bit drunk I thought.... then I was let down again and lead over to the wheel where I spent last time watching the boys ritual. I was helped to stand on the pedestals again and several hands immediately strapped my entire body on to it again, I was again unable to move, but I also did not see anything this time. Then the wheel started spinning, around and around and around, I got completely dizzy for a while, a great feeling being so absent and dizzy and helpless. The wheel stopped again with me upright luckily, I think upside down I might have vomited as dizzy as I was.
I could fees someone play with my nipples now, clamps were attached, rather soft ones so I had no trouble, a bit pulling on the clamps happened and they were removed again, just to be replaced by others, those ones very sharp biting and I moaned heavy indicating the pain they cause, so they got immediately off again. I heard Mike now telling me he will ease it up a little and I felt something rubbed on to my nipples and around them. a short minute later I could feel him again twisting the nipple, but this time I hardly felt anything, so I guessed the has some sedative cream or similar applied to stop the pain I felt before, and indeed whatever clamps he applied now I could hardly feel pain, someone twisting and pulling and pushing the clamps and all I felt was nice tingling. At some point the nipple playing stopped and I was left alone for a while, I thought it was about half an hour. The longer I stayed there the more of the previous pain on the nipples I felt though, I jut hoped it would not be too sore.
I was then taken off the wheel again and Mike lead me back out to his private room, telling me to stand still. I waiting a few minutes and he came back with something to put on. He told me my nipples are sore so to prevent rubbing he will put some plaster on it before getting me dressed. I though how much he really cares is great. Once done he told me to lift my leg one by one and get into the suit. He straightened the socks of it; it was a rubber suit again with attached feet. One inside the feet he pulled it all up to my torso, straightened it out everywhere again and then continued over the shoulders, my arms inside the sleeves which have attached finger gloves too. Then he pulled something underneath that heavy steel collar I still had on, I could not make out what it was right now. Then he took off the gag and the rubber hood and I could see that this suit had a hood attached as well, that was what he pulled underneath the collar, so that he did not have to take it off. He pulled that over my head now and made sure all is at its place, it fitted as if it were made for me. He then closed the back zips and padlocked them I got used to those padlocks; he wants everything to be securely locked on. He told me then that this suit would not come off before I leave; it had a zip at the back crotch area too, so that would not be a problem. Now he gave me a pair of waders to put on and then he applied those heavy shackles on my wrist and ankles again with the one feet chain between them, last attaching the interconnecting chain between those at the ankles and wrist to the collar. He tells me then that I am ready for now and should go out to the bar and help my little slave brother with his chores, his boy serving the crowd and me collecting empty glasses and bottles. When entering the bar again I noticed it being a lot more crowded, it was really rather full by now, and I saw the boy behind the bar serving the drinks, still chained and muzzled as before. I could see him smile under it again when he noticed me entering, but he immediately continued his work. I though I should do so as well, and shoveled as much as the chains allowed through the room, collecting all empty bottles and bringing them back to the bar. Being a busy night I was constantly busy with my collecting, in those chains you cannot carry as much as without, so I had to walk over and over again, and when finished at one end could start at the other all over again.
Finally the club emptied and once everyone was gone I helped the boy clean up the rest on the bar and clean up the clubrooms, while Mike did the finances of the evening. When finished with our cleaning we were back at the bar and I saw Mike sit there having a coffee for himself and on top of the bar a rubber suit and another pair of waders, as well as another muzzle. He told his boy to come closer and took of the boy’s chains and shackles and as well the muzzle, then he told me to help the boy get into that rubber suit, the same one as I wear. it took only short to have the boy covered just like me from head to toe in that suit, get the waders on him and Mike then locked all shackled and the suit itself of course on the boy. He did leave off the muzzle though and told us to get something to drink, and to make it plenty drinking. We went behind the bar and the boy got out two large 2 liter bottles of water and gave one to me, we drank it all eagerly and after some minutes we finished them and put the empty bottles where they belonged. Mike told us the come back to him again and the boy immediately went on his knees when being there, so I thought I might just comply and do the same. Mike had a wide grin on his face when he saw that and said, that we are two good boys and he's happy with us. then he applied the muzzle back to his slave and next the same one on to me head, you could have said that there are two twins kneeling there right now, looking identical, chained identical. then Mike produced another chain out of his pocket, very short and placed it on the boys collar front, then he told us to fact each other, nose on nose, and when we knelt there nose on nose he attached the other end of that short chain to my collar, we now could no longer pull away from each other, and when being fact to face has to look in each others eyes, but muzzled as we were we could not talk or kiss or lick or ... anything. Then he told the boy to go to bed. The boy got up and dragged me with him up of course and carefully we managed to walk towards the basement. It was not easy to get downstairs like that but we managed to get into one of the rooms downstairs. In the corner a cage just large enough to get us both inside and the door had a snap is lock, so one the boy pulled it shut it was locked. Even though it was dark I could see in the boy’s eyes that he was smiling and he dragged me downwards and we both attempted to get some positions where we could both lay comfortable enough o get some rest. after lots of dragging and pulling and pushing limbs we finally managed to find a position all wiggled with each other and the chains, but we were able to get a rest there- and even though it was not the most comfortable one, I enjoyed it very much because I was there chained to that slave again.
we got woken up by Mike the next day when he came in and unlocked that cage, we has some trouble to unwind our bodies and chains and Mike laughed watching us. He said get used to it you will sleep here together a lot. Once we were out of the cage the boy remained on his knees and me attached to his collar stayed just the same facing him. Mike took off that chain then and told the boy to get breakfast done. The boy left immediately and Mike pulled me up and said that he had plans for me. Tonight is diving theme party so I will need some decorations placed all over the place and you will be part of it. He told me to follow him and we went upstairs to the bar. the boy had prepared some sandwiches and coffee for his owner on the bar and I could see the boy kneel as usual in his corner, but this time with two plates in front of him and two cups coffee, it was obvious that this was for both of us the place to eat so I want there and took same position as the boy and waiting. Mike smiled and told us to get started and then started his own breakfast too. We eat and drank what we had and the boy got up twice during it to refill Mikes coffee, just to return back to me, kneel and continue his own.
once finished with the breakfast the boy cleaned up all the dishes and Mike came along to me and told me that we both will have to make sure of today’s decoration . The boy came back right that moment and was kneeling next to me then. Mike continued that the stuff we have to use for decoration is outside in the barn, the boxes marked 'dive' have everything we need to set up and that we should start right away. We both left to the barn and looked up the mentioned boxes, there were about 20 of them and we took them all inside the club. unpacking each of them reveals lots of aquatic items, suits, helmets, boots, gloved, masks, all that is used, and the boy started to place those items around the club, not just random, he seemed to have a plan in mind and it looked well while I watched him. I started placing the items as well, trying to match his pattern, and when all boxes were empty we looked around - the one or other items to move around a bit, but in general it looked alright. We took about 3 hours to finish it all, but we both - without having spoken a word through our muzzles - thought it is fine. It was the just after noon when Mike was back and checked the decoration, he did not say anything but from his looks we gathered he was satisfied with it. He then came up to us and told us both to get the two large boxes of his car inside. We went outside and got them as he told us, two pretty heavy boxes, placed them in the middle of the room, and since he was not present that moment we both went into the designated corner kneeling and waiting. We stayed there about an hour before Mike returned. He ordered his boy to get some lunch prepared while checking out the two boxes, he did not unpack anything so I was not sure about their content. But I was curious what it might be.
The boy came back with a plate he places on the bar for Mike an got back to get two more plates for us, placing them again on the floor at our corner. We both then waited until Mike took place at the bar and started his lunch, in the middle of it he finally told us to start and we had our own lunch as well. When we finished the boy immediately cleaned it all up and once finished was right next to me on his knees again. Those rubbered muzzled twins we were, we had not spoken a word since we met again, but it seems we just understood each other perfectly. Mike called us to get into the private room and wait there for him, we went there right away and the boy took his place again in a corner kneeling, so I joined him there the same way. Mike came after a short time and went to the cupboard, coming out with two black dry suits, holding them towards us and telling us to get into them. having no further orders we knew it was meant to be worn over out current rubber, so we both started getting into those dry suits, we helped out each other where needed and ended up both in black heavy rubber dry suits with feet, gloves and a open face hood attached, worn over our rubbered and muzzled bodies. Mike came back and grabbed two hoods from a drawer, two identical ones, full head covering gasmasks, he placed them over each of us and once zipped shut a padlock attached that zip to our collars. He then told the boy to wait here while he prepared me for the evening. It was only early afternoon, so I was curious what was to prepare, but I followed Mike as he told me. Back in the clubroom he told me to stand next to one of the boxed and he started to unpack it. Containing was one of those old antique heavy diving suits, lots of metal and weights and the ultimate steel helmet. He started with the suit itself, holding it in front of me and telling me to get inside. I stepped inside and with Mike's help we got it all over my body. It was pretty baggy but not as heavy as I thought. Next he added the steel plated boots that come with it, once I was laced into them I felt their weight immediately, every move I tried to make in them was extreme heavy. Next Mike added the gloves that come with that suit to my hands, once snapped shut to the ring on the suit I knew it was now difficult to do much with the hand, bulky thick heavy gloves covered my hands now. Then Mike added the metal plate around my shoulders, he places it proper and screwed it on to the suit. I was thinking ho much trouble people had to go through those times when diving professionally. The place was very heave steel and I wondered how people those times were able to deal with such weight on a longer time. But the heaviest was to come - Mike took out that steel helmet that goes with that suit and placed it over my head, once settled on the shoulder plate he turned it to settle it proper and then opened the front window in it. It was a strange feeling to be inside that helmet and again I wondered about the people in the old times that had to wear that on almost daily base. Mike continued getting the weight belt that originally is applied as well and placed it on my body, I was almost going into the knees when it was places on me, it was really heavy stuff, hard to really move much around in all that stuff I thought. When Mike was finished he told me that I should get used to it, it would stay on for a while, and to better accompany all the weight he told me to go outside and walk around the building until he calls me back again. I looked a bit dazzled nut started walking, the heavy steel on my feet made it not easy, but the heavy weight of the helmet and the additional weight on my body made it a real hard task - yet I went outside and started walking as he told. I started sweating heavily very quickly and thought that I hope to be called back in soon, but in fact I had to circle the building at least 20 times before he called me back in, I was sweating heavily and pretty exhausted by now from the weight I had to carry with me.
Back in the room I saw another diver just like me; the boy had been placed in the identical outfit in the meantime. Once I stood next to him Mike sent him away on the same trip round the building until he would call him back. The boy left right away and I could see him having the same troubles with the weight of the suit as I had. Mike then turned to me and told me that we both would have to do our evening job of serving and cleaning in that current outfit, the rounds circling the building were a first training to get used to the suits. But since it was still several hours before the club opens, we'd get to rest a while, to make sure we would not be too exhausted for the long night. He stood me on the side of the room and started to lower some chains connected to a x-frame from the ceiling. Once the chains reached my waist he stopped it and came back to me to start attaching the chains to the weight belts I had around my body. He also added a suspension strapping around my waist and thighs. Next he used some rope and straps to fix the heavy helmet to the top on the frame very tight so that once lifted it would be taken off the shoulders a little, hence taking the weight off my shoulders. Now he told me to spread my legs a bit and then attached a spreader bar of two feet with ankle restraints on there and last he attached restraints to my wrist and locked each to one side at the chains as well. He then disappeared of my limited sight through the helmet window and I could feel him handling the helmet on the backside. Shortly after some hissing sound came into the helmet, he must have connected it to an air supply. Then he reappeared in my view and told me that the party would start in 5 hours, so I should get a good rest up there to be fit for it. Then he closed that small window and right after I felt the winch lifting my heavy encased body up to the ceiling. The helmet window only allowed a view straight forward, but since I could see the opposite ceiling, I knew that I was up there all at the top of it now. I of course tried the restraints but other than a slight swinging I could not achieve. I got horny once again as so many times while being here, and once more was swearing on that steel device causing heavy troubles to my dick, but I floated between horny and pain almost continuously since I got locked into it and had to admit that I actually liked it a lot. Still I was looking forward to the end of this visit when it would be taken off again. I could make out Mike calling in his boy now and guessed he would have that same treatment as I had now, and after 10 minutes I saw him appearing in my helmet window - he was suspended like me, just on the opposite site of the room. We now were seeing each other here in our 'resting' position, but the rubber masks we had on prevented to see any motion in each others face and eyes. but I was sure he was feeling the same way as I did, I thought that in fact we had been both locked in that device at almost the same day and in it ever since, and he must be sweating and feeling just like me, and again I got hard even more by thinking about these two twins sharing their faith that same was all over.
For the next few hours there was nothing else to see or hear but the hissing of the airflow into the helmet and the view of the other boy hanging up here just like I do. since I did not move at all hanging here I even cooled down a bit and was no longer sweating, but thinking of working here in the club all evening in this outfit I was sure that there would be plenty more sweat to come. I tried to relax and get read for that night and suddenly I felt myself being lowered again. Back standing on the floor I could see that there were a few others in the room already, so the club must have opened by now and have the first guests. Mike undid all restraints and chains so that I once again had the full weight of the suit on myself. He opened the front window of the helmet again and told me to get started behind the bar; guests were waiting for their drinks. I lifted my weight which seemed a lot heavier than before over there and started as ordered. I wondered why the boy was still left hanging up there; then again there were not yet many people here so not enough work for two slaves at this time. The guests arrived slowly and all of them wearing rubber in some forms, and of course many applied to the evenings theme and were in any forms of diving gear, dry suits and some even full equipped with goggles and even flippers. I could make out tops but as well slaves standing, kneeling, being on leash, a pretty mixed crowd I thought, but a good one. I thought I was lucky to be behind the bar, I would not have to walk too much in that heavy outfit, just the few steps to the left and right when serving the guests, still with the heavy suit and accessories on it I was sweating continuously, and the temperature in the club did its work as well of course. I saw Mike take the boy down at some point and he obviously was told to get started too, since he immediately walked around as good as the outfit allowed and collected like I did another evening all the bottles and glasses. I caught myself watching him often during the evening, somewhat I might have fallen for him too, even though we had not spoken a word ever since we met, I felt there was some connection that was drawing me towards him and making me enjoy to share this time with him in the same way. I almost could feel what he must have felt in each of the situations we were put in.
The evening went on well and I could see all of the guests having their fun, but I also was surprised that they obviously took us two slaves as a normal granted part of the club, no special attention, no comments, just as if we were normal waiters. After the evening ended and the guests left Mike has the both of us clean up the entire club, having had a long evening the weights of our suits were getting really heavier by the minute, and now having to walk all over the place did not make it easier. But we managed to finish after an hour and came back to Mike sitting at the bar having finished his finances of the evening and drinking a coffee. He looked at us kneeling in front of him and said we had a great evening and the guests were happy as usual with all of it, and that included the service of the boys. I smiled under my rubber mask and was sure the boy would too, it feels great to hear appreciation, even when being or behaving like a slave, who's natural duty is to do his job to the best possible. Mike continued that he thought we two sure like those outfits a lot, I guess I would say I DO like it, but after some time I sure would prefer getting that weight off my body. Mike then said that it would be time to call it a night and get us ready for it. I thought we'd be let out of those suits now and return to the cage of the last night but I was wrong. He told us to get outside in the backyard next to the containers and wait - so we did and by the time we arrived, Mike already followed with a large box on wheels behind him. He placed it behind us and handled it for some time while we were just waiting for what was to come. I could also make out other noises, I guessed he had also some equipment installed outside here; it was most certainly a winch I could hear. when Mike appeared in our view again he told us to turn around and both step into the frame there, when turning around I could see a metal frame with a bottom to stand on and lots of hooks on all bars all over the frame, we could step both inside and just fitted next to each other, facing each other with our helmet window almost touching. I could almost see the boy’s eyes in there, but it was too dark to recognize it well.
Mike started to fix the two of us to those frame bars with chains and ropes, to the sides, to the top, straps to hold the boots in place, my hands were placed around the boys body and crosswise fixed to the corner bars, the boys arms the same way around my body, so we both hugged each other now, and then I could suddenly head the hissing in my helmet again, right before Mike closed our both helmet windows and strapped out helmets together window on window. he then added support for the helmets towards the top of the frame so that the weight was taken off our shoulders a bit again, at the end you had two hugging divers standing next to each other unable to move much at all, only able to start into the dark of the others helmet. The frame started moving, first a little up and then to the side, just to get lowered down again, but not just that little bit we were lifted before, no - we were lowered down much more and I suddenly could feel pressure around my legs, there must have been some sort of a tank filled with - well, water maybe or whatever it was, and we were lowered down into it. I could not see what happened but when the pressure of the fluid could be felt over the shoulders and suddenly total darkness was around I guessed we were both totally under by now. The movement of the frame stopped and a banging noise that could just be made out told me that obviously we're in place and whatever lid covered this tank was now closed. Knowing Mike I assumed he would even padlock that lid now, even though there is definitely no chance ever to get out there ourselves. Since Mike also told us we're getting ready for the night I knew that we'd be down here all by ourselves till the next day when Mike decided to take us out again. I felt the boy trying to move a bit and I did the same, all that could be felt was a slight hugging of each other, I was sure the boy would be hard as hell, just like I was right now, and I would have loved exchanging eye contact or much more to talk to him now, but we were together and still alone...
With the time passing I could sleep the one or other short bit and was sure the boy had the same, and I was wondering how much time passed so far. also after some time I got to sweat much more than before, obviously it warmed up inside this tank, the sun outside must be shining fully on the lid of the tank and heat it up. It was getting so warm that at some point there was no more thinking about dozing away, only sweating and heavy breathing. It made the time seem more endless, from my feeling I would have said we're stuck down here more than a day already, but I guessed it was still just hours that had passed. the occasional moving of the boy reminded me that I was not alone there in this tank and I tried as good as the restraints allowed to hug him back, making him know that I feel the same as he does. After an eternity the frame suddenly moved again and shortly after we were up there on the daylight again. I could feel Mike hosing us two down while still being attached to the frame and each other and then he started undoing all the restraints holding us there. I was exhausted even though I haven't moved much the past hours and the weight was heavier than ever once any support was gone. Mike opened the window of the helmet and joked that we sure had a good night down there and that it was time to get some food. He started to undo the helmet of the boy first and then take off all his equipment until he finally stood there with his rubber and muzzle only. He sent him inside to get some food done and then started getting me out of the suit as well. It was a relief to be out of it and to be able to stand without those weights on the body, that heavy collar around my neck seemed to be a featherweight right now to me compared to the last hours. He told me to get inside as well and followed me. the boy already had some coffee and food on the bar for Mike and I could see the tow cups and plated in the corner for us too with Mike kneeling there waiting. I joined him and Mike took off our muzzles so we could start too. It was great to get some food and drink and it needed a few refills for all of us before we were finished. The boy cleaned up and Mike came to me and told me to bend over. he opened the back zip of the suit and unlocked the plug, I did not want to say anything earlier but actually really had to use the bathroom and Mike must have thought so too since he told me to go there and take my time and also get under the shower, making sure to flush out all under the rubber as good as it can be done.
When sitting on the toilet and doing my business I realized why that shower also was essential, he did not undo the front of the belt and while I had to piss too it spread all over me inside the suit, like it did the evening before and actually each time since I was in that suit. So starting to shower I tried to get as good as possible everything flushed even inside the suit, not an easy task, but doable with much efforts. The only way out of the suit was either the hood or the sip in the crotch so it again took some efforts to get all water and cleaning out of the suit again after I finished. I toweled the rubber off a bit and returned to Mike, his boy at that moment getting the same treatment, his plug removed and sent off to the bathroom. Mike ordered me to bend over again and inserted the plug again, I was surprised about the ease it went in, I really got used to have it inside almost permanent and I loved the fact that it was even locked most of the time since I got into this belt. Mike closed the back zip and locked it again as well and then told me to get some more to drink before he placed and locked the muzzle back on me and told me to get back to my place. I went to the corner and knelt down as usual and waiting, this time without any chains so I thought I’d not only keep my head bowed but place my hands on the back too. I heard Mike comment it with being good boy and I smiled under my mask. The boy returned after some time and soon after ended right next to me the same way. I would have loved to hug and touch him right now and again talk and even kiss him, but we both stayed in place not moving, knowing it is what Mike expects.
A Blind Date – The Final Part
We stayed there for an hour before Mike returned and told us to follow him into the private room. He applied on both of us the heavy steel shackles and then told us to stand behind each other, my front touching the boys back. He then applied lockable leather straps around our tights, above the waist, around the chest and to the upper arms, sealing us together again. Then he used padlocks to lock our right wrists together and the same on the left. Then he did the same with out right and left ankles. my writs and ankles on the outside, the boys on the inside of our bodies, then he added that two feet chain to the ankle shackles of the boy and the same chain length to the boys wrists. The he told us that it is time to take off last evening’s decoration and make sure all is set for this evening. We had to start slow to coordinate our moves but managed to get walking and starting to do our job as ordered. It was weird to have to move each limb simultaneously and not easy to get it done, but after some time we were in sync with each other and managed to do a good job in it. It took almost two hours to finish it, without restraints it could have been half an hour probably, but I enjoyed it much more this way. In-between I caught myself hugging that boy in front of me a few times and he responded with the same so I knew he liked it and I assumed if I could see his face it would show a big smile. It is strange how you can get such connection to someone whose face you don’t see, whom you cannot talk to, where your only common is to share this type of daily life forced to be together like that. But I thought some of the time that I would not want this to ever end...
Once we were finished the boy dragged his moves towards our corner and once there we managed even to get down on the knees, must have been a interesting view to follow this and it was not easy to keep balance, but we managed and stayed there waiting again. I kept my arms tight around the boy, not only to support us two in that position but more over to show him how much I liked it. Mike came back after another hour and nodded satisfied when looking around. Then he came to us and undid the chains that kept us together, I was sad that it ended already, but Mike had other plans. it was a piss party again this evening and some initiations were planned as well, and he decided that it was the boys turn to be locked in that cube downstairs to be the evenings price for whoever fills the last drop of that cube with piss. He left me in my corner and took the boy away in the bas3emenet, I knew how he’s preparing him now and that the boy would spend from now on till the end of the night in that cube. Half an hour later I could see the screen being switched on and as I guessed before, it displayed the boy now inside that cube, restrained, his helmet the only connect outside. since it was only afternoon, he would have to spend many hours waiting before anything would happen, but I knew how much I enjoyed it and was sure the boy would too. Mike came back to me and told me to follow him. We went into another room of the club where I found that familiar box on the floor, the one I has been sealed in once before. Mike took a special hood off the shelf on the wall, once gasmask hood again that covers the whole head, but there were some wires coming out of it and I wondered what they were for. He placed that hood over my muzzled rubbered head and zipped it shut. He then told me to get into the box. Inside was again that heavy thick rubber sleep sack, so I placed my feet inside and Mike assisted in getting my arms inside the sleeves of the sack. He zipped it up, padlocked it and added straps all over the body to secure me. He then connected the wires of the hood to a device on the side of the box, connected a tube from the gasmask to the side for breathing and then told me, I am not sure how much you will like what happens this night, but I guess it is good that you won’t have a choice at the moment. After that he placed the lid on top of the box and I could hear him padlock it all over. The box then moved, it was on a wheeled bench. I did not know where to, but some more noises of chains could be heard and I thought I could feel the box swinging too suddenly, so it told me that it was lifted up, probably winched up to the ceiling of the club.
Silence returned once again, I was left alone there, but suddenly I could see in the lenses of the gasmask. I could make out the main clubroom from a view that looked like someone standing behind the bar, but high above it. I could see the box with me hanging there at the ceiling, could see the screen on the opposite side displaying the boy in the cube and I could see Mike walking in the room - and walking out of the door. those wires must connect to a receiver and the mask must have a built in screen - it was a strange view and feeling but at the same time great to be able to see what is going on outside, while being strapped cocooned inside that box. I kept watching but nothing at all happened, the boy kept sitting still inside his cube and no one entered or walked through the room. I shared once again the faith of the boy, waiting in isolation for the evening to happen.
Being awake and hoping for any change in the visible screen on my eyes makes time pass a lot slower, so it seemed endless before I finally saw Mike entering the room again, but it took another hour at least before others came inside as well, so I guessed the club had opened finally. My sweat was building up continuously inside the multi rubber I was locked in all afternoon and evening and I wondered what was in stock tonight, since Mike made that remark before but did not say anything clear.
I could now watch all the people in the club having their fun, playing, chatting, and I could as well watch the screen with the boy in the cube - it took some time but at some point I was able to see the cube fill up slowly - it would take still quite some time to get it all full to the point where they would get their competition on for who's going to get it overflow again. I could also occasionally make out people looking up to the ceiling and talking about it, namely me inside it ... or maybe they did not know who was inside, but I was sure they did know it was not empty. I would have loved to hear some of those conversations down there, but besides the music I could not make out anything else.
It must have been already way past midnight by now, the boys cube was filled up almost to the top, when the box with me inside suddenly got lowered. I could watch it on the screen of my mask, and it is indeed a weird feeling to feel one thing and at the same time watch it from distance happening. Once the box was on the ground I could see Mike coming around and taking off all those padlocks and taking off the lid. When he disconnected the tubes of the gasmask and the wires the image went black and I was again by myself, but he also undid all the straps of my body and unzipped the sleep sack. I had been inside so many hours that I had trouble getting out by myself and with the help of Mike I finally managed and was on my knees next to the box, I would need a few minutes before being able to stand up by myself.
Mike the lead me over to a small stage on the side of the room and we stepped on it. He then took off the gasmask hood and also took off the muzzle. He then unlocked the rubber suit I was in and told me to get out of it. I was not sure why he did that, since I still was to stay another two days here and he said at the begin it would remain on until then, but I did as I was told. Once I was out of the suit I stood next to him again naked with the exception of the steel collar and belt. He gave me a 2 liter bottle to drink and I drank it all quickly, I sure could use that. He told me then to open my mouth and shoves a large soft ball into my mouth before reapplying the muzzle and locking it, I could not press that ball out of my mouth now, and its nature filled my mouth so efficiently that I would not be able to make any reasonable noises anymore. He then added those heavy steel shackles to my wrists and ankles, and then fixed the wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling and with my legs spread he fixed the ankles to hooks on the side of that little stage. I stood spread-eagled now, silenced and unable to do anything.
Mike then turned to the crowd who was watching and announced that he had this slave for a couple of days here - meaning me with that slave - and that I was unable to make a certain decision, so he had taken it into his hands and prepared that decision for me. He then turned back to me and removed the plaster off my nipples, I totally had forgotten about those all the time since he put them on the first day I came here. But what I saw was not expected - I saw the same kind of padlocks in my nipples as the boy had received them during his ritual. I wanted to ask Mike what this should mean but the ball in my mouth kept any attempt to speak futile. I stared at those padlocks with big eyes and then with the same big eyes back to Mike and he sure knew what my questions were. He told me and the crowd then that he had applied them while I was not noticing what was going on, since he guessed that it would have been a decision I would probably not have made at that day. He turned one padlock upside for me to look at it and I could see it was welded shut there. Then he said that this was not all, pointing with his finger down at the steel belt’s side, showing me that the padlocks that were originally there had been replaced by welding too. My eyes were bigger every moment, I sure as hell had not noticed and he is right, would not have agreed either that day. he then produced a small mirror from a shelf behind me and held it in front of me and added that everyone probably guesses right, the collar is welded also and he showed me the locking part of the collar that had been welded last Friday as well. I did not know what to say, I would have shouted at Mike that he had gone too far, but I was definitely silenced and unable to vocalize everything that went on in my head. my eyes sure could tell Mike that I was more than just confused at the moment, but he kept on talking to me now.
He knows it is a surprise and he knows it is something to first get a good grip of before I should articulate my thoughts about it, which is why he silenced me that way. He had done investigations and knows that I could - if I want - join his boy and his slave brother at any time; I would not have to return anymore if I don’t want to. He could easily help with arrangements to make it real. He also knew that I had still two more days to go before my return was planned, and he would have me use those two days to decide if I could accept this enforcement or would back out of it. He also said that his boy would be the price for one of the guests for the next two days, so I would be separated from him, but I could decide if that separation was for good or if it was the last time to happen. if I’d decide to go back home he would arrange the weldings to be broken off and I would never return, if I on the other hand would realize that it is what I anyway truly want, then the two of us would spend our rest of times together sharing the faith of a slave life with Mike here at this place. I could hear comments from some guests shouting that I should go for it, that it would be the best that could happen to me, others applauding for whatever reason, Mike then turned away from me and went back to his guests, leaving me standing there alone with my thoughts. He then announced the start of the competition for the boy downstairs in his cube.
The guests did not take any further notice of me standing there and went on with the competition, curiously watching the screen with the boy to see who's going to be the winner. Loud cheering then once it happened and Mike went to one of the guests coming out of the toilets congratulating him for his success. I looked closer to that guys face and recognized it was the one person I has met long time ago when all this started, what a coincidence, the one that actually brought me in this club the first time a few weeks ago. I was still puzzled with all the weird thoughts in my head about what was just revealed to me but yet also was curious what this guy would do now with the other boy, now that he won him for the next two days.
I could see on the large screen that the piss inside the cube has been drained and the boy was let out of it. I could also watch him getting hosed down in that room before he was cuffed and chained dragged on a leash by his winner out of that room. I was hoping they would come back up here but no one entered the room, they disappeared either into another room downstairs or even outside through the backdoor. Would I see that boy again? Could I really go for it? Mike was right, if he'd asked me, I would never have agreed to those weldings, but now that they are in place... I sure liked the idea of my current situation, the past days with the boy, sharing the faith and live as slave brothers, again I thought that I had not spoken a single word with him ever and still feel drawn to him, I missed being with him and will miss the next two days having him near as well.
The evening continued in the club and at some point the club emptied, until only Mike and the prizewinner of the evening were left at the bar, I thought if he is still here, then the boy probably is still here as well, still thinking of what he would probably do with him. They both then came over to me and Mike told me that his friend wants to tell me something, and then Mike left. His friend started talking to me, he tried telling me that I really should consider it strongly to accept my faith as it is now, he knows Mike very long and as far as he knows me he was sure that it would be the right thing for me, I would not find any better future than this. he also said that he made a decision for the other boy for the next two days, since it will be the time I had to make my decision and since Mike told him how much the two of us are drawn to each other (so Mike had noticed it too ...), he would not take that boy away, but instead had a setup that should ease my decision about it. He then took my wrist and ankle restraints off the hooks and chains and lead me away from the stage, downstairs into one of the rooms. Inside I saw the boy kneel in a corner, chained as usual, this time a tube coming out of his muzzle and also this time added a longer chain bolted into the wall. He was able to walk inside that room but not leave it. A few cupboards were in that room and even a toilet in one corner, it was set up obviously as sort of prison cell where one could spend more time in. I was told that I should not speak now, but instead think first, when he started taking off the muzzle and also then removed the ball in my mouth. I first wanted to shout but then thought it would be probably wiser to keep silent for the moment indeed. A new gag was then inserted into my mouth, this one again with a tube for breathing and feeding. on top a thick leather hood was placed, heavy padded, the tube of the gag fitted in the prepared hole, the eyes were open, but the padding prevented much noise coming through. The hood was again padlocked. He led me into the corner of the room then and had me sit down on an old mattress there. My ankle shackles were padlocked to each other directly and each wrist shackle was attached to a very short chain on the wall to the left and right of the corner. I would not be able to get my arms close to my body, feed myself or in fact do much at all with or for myself.
Mike came back as well now into that room. He then explained that it was decided that I would spend those two days here in this room, locked as I was, the door to this room would be locked and sealed for the next two days with no one to come in or out. The other boy would be here with me at all times and take care of all my needs, he would feed me, make sure I have all I need, help me with toilet use (i.e. I would have to piss myself anyway but as well the boy was given the key to my plug and would assist with a bowl to take care of that need), there was enough food in the room for the both of us for the two days. neither of us could speak of course, so we would have to find ways to communicate any possible needs, but he was sure that we were having no trouble finding that ways. In two days time Mike would return and take me out of this room, it was then for me to decide if I would stay or leave. I listened to it carefully and as surprised about this setup, but also happy to spend the time with the boy and not by myself. The boy remained all the time kneeling in his corner silently without any noticeable reaction. The tow then left, I could see the door getting shut and thought I could make out that is was locked as well, all silent by then.
I still wasn't sure what to think of the entire matters at the moment, but looked over to the boy, he was now also looking at me, and after the door was shut and locked he got up and came over to me. He kneels in front of me and I could see his eyes, happy to have me with him on one hand, but pleading as well, probably pleading for me to make the right decision. I would have given anything to talk to him right now, talk to him what was going on in my mind, how I felt about the situation, but also how I felt about him, hoping to get a direction from him maybe about what I should do. but there was no chance for that, we would spend the next 48 hours together here in silence, just the two of us, just seeing each other, him having to take care of a helpless boy chained to the wall for all that time.
He must have felt what I thought probably, he got closer to me and managed to get his chained arms around my neck, cuddling close to my body in the best way our restraints allowed it and pressing his body to mine. It was a very comforting feeling and we stayed like that for at least two hours before the two of us drifted away into sleep.
I woke up when the boy tired careful - not to wake me actually - to get his chained limbs off me and I could see him walk over to one of the closets and inside was indeed all necessary food and supplies. He started to get some drinks ready, since we both were unable to get anything else through our mouth tubes. He added several pills and powders to the water, I assumed it was vitamins and nutritions for our bodies and when finished he came back to me and knelt in front of me. He saw I was awake and I thought I would recognize a smile under that muzzle ... I tried smiling back, but under this think padded hood he would not recognize anything. I tried speaking, but it was hopeless, nothing but some silent mumbling was to come out. He just nodded, I think he knew I wanted to talk to him, and then held the bottle he prepared on to my mouth tube and connected it. he fed me the whole bottle first carefully, making sure I don’t swallow too much at a time, making sure I am well taken care of and only after I finished mine completely he took his own. He then took away the bottles, cleaned them and placed them back where they belong. He came back to me and pointed with his fingers to the toilet, indicating the question if I needed to, but I shook my head; there was no need for it yet. So he remained kneeling in front of me and looking at me, again I thought I could make out a smile under that muzzle, but again also I thought to see that pleading in his eyes - hoping I would stay with him once the time has come.
I nodded to him, trying to indicate that he should come closer and it took a minute to understand but then he got it and came close to me again, hugging me like the night before - and somehow I felt well and calm like that. I still had to think a lot, and what better to think than tow days in silence unable to do anything but think. but the feeling I had with this boy hugging me now, spending his time caring for me, thinking about his eyes asking me to stay, all that made it more comfortable for me to actually consider it to happen. We spent those 48 hours in silence, him feeding me, taking care of my needs, him hugging me most of the other times, he did not move from my side for anything but the feeding all through those two days.
It was difficult to judge the time that has passed, but I was not much surprised when the door suddenly opened and Mike entered the room. The boys immediately tried getting his arms off me and go back to the corner kneeling down, but Mike waved off and said to him not to worry, it is ok to stay. Mike then came closer and looked at me and said that it is time. There was tow possibilities right now, nodding my head or shaking it in reply to his next question. Then he asked it - would I want to stay. I looked at him, and then looked at the boy next to me, again those pleading eyes, but I was already certain before Mike asked. the moment he opened that door and entered I knew what I would tell him - well ... nod to him ... I nodded twice and could see Mike smile, but as well could clearly see the boy smile a lot under his muzzle too, and immediately the boy hugged me heavily pressing himself to my body as good as he could. Mike let us two a few minutes as we were and then told the boy to get to his place. The boy did immediately and while kneeling there Mike unlocked my restrains, told me to kneel and then as well removed the hood and the gag. He told me that speaking is no longer an option unless permitted, and I should keep silence. Then he went over to the boy and undid his muzzle as well, also removed the boys gag. I wanted to have a look into the boys face, but kept my head bowed, knowing that having made my decision just before I would no longer opt for anything myself. Mike took off the boy’s chain that kept him locked to the wall as well and then told us two to get up and come to him. We followed and stood in front of him. Mike then said that he does not allow us to speak to each other, but we can hug each other and even kiss each other, he added we should make it a good one, since it will be the last for a long time, he would be back in a while and pick us up again. Then he left and closed the door again. we looked at each others face and both had a big smile on it, I am sure the boy would have loves to talk to me as much as I did but instead we took each other in our arms and started kissing ... and kissing ... and kissing, we did not stop once for the entire time until Mike came back into the room.
He looked at us and waited even until we managed to separate our mouths again, we both then immediately went down on our knees next to each other again, waiting for Mike's orders. Mike just told us to get up and follow him; it is time to get working again. We got back to the private room where the two rubber suits were laid out again, the head to toe suits we wore before already, making us identical twins again and he ordered us to put them on we helped each other into them and prepared them for Mike to put the final padlocks on. Mike did with a big smile and said to us, now number one can start cleaning the club, you number two will stay with me, we have things to sort out. The boy immediately went out to the clubroom and started his duty while Mike took me into his office room. he told me to start wiring all needed papers, the notice for my job, the notice for my flat, he also told me to call my boss and tell him that I would not return, I also had to give Mike power of attorney to my account so that he could close all affairs left behind me now. Once all was done he told me to join the boy wit his chores and he would arrange all my belongings being brought here, and tonight we would perform the same ritual as he did with the boy, I would burn all my belongings and start fresh with nothing but my future as his slave and as brother to number one.
I went to look for the boy and join him and if the rubber of the hood would not have been so think I am sure one could have seen a big smile on my face, I was sure that I made a right decision, and I felt happy, happier than ever before, and even more happy to know I would from now on have to stay together with my slave brother, our faith was sealed to be together in this future. When I found the boy in the basement cleaning up I went to him and gave him a spontaneous big hug, and he returned it just as heavy, but then we went on immediately with the work - from now on it was part of our life, duties first ... and maybe Mike allowed us once in a while a treaty together, we would have to see in future. I was looking forward to the evening, it is just a ritual, but it definitely seals this great future of mine, nothing left behind only a great future life.....
(And they lived happily ever after .....Smile)