By Eckie
A nice long weekend ahead, I love it when there is a Thursday or Tuesday public holiday and you can just add one day to make it a really long weekend. Next to that I also was able to end my Friday today at noon already. Even more, one of the guys I chat with for ages already finally invited me to one of his weekend parties, up to now it was always difficult, he lives a 6 hour drive away and for a one nighter alone that’s quite a stressful drive then. This weekend though, I’ll leave here now and will be at his place just before dinner time and he told me I could stay at his for a couple days if I wanted, the party anyway lasted all weekend.
I packed a few items, some army, some leathers, some rubber, well, that last one failed, I picked my short suit and found that it’s zip was broken, so instead I just took a rubber tee, depending on what the rest of the guests will be wearing I might change throughout the weekend accordingly. Some essentials then also stuffed into the bag and off I went for a long drive.
Traffic was surprisingly ok, having a big fast car helps also getting the left lane freed up easier. Nevertheless, with one small coffee break and gas refill I arrived at shortly before 7pm at the address. It was a nice large house, a huge garden all around the house, fenced with a quite tall wall all around, I thought that’s perfect, nice privacy even in the garden, but the general size of house and surroundings was impressive. I rang at the gate and it was opened, being told to park the car on the left side of the house. Driving there I saw a number of cars standing, obviously I was not the first even though the party would start only at 9pm officially.
I grabbed my bag and went to the door, already greeted there by him, he was in real even more handsome than I knew from his images, a guy in his mid-50s, tall, a little bearish, from handshake and tone clearly a Man of the house. This was quickly even confirmed as immediately a slim smaller, well about my size, guy in head to toe rubber passed aside him and grabbed my bag, I was told he will bring it up to my room for me. So that was his boy then, he told me a lot about him, now I will finally meet that one too.
We went through the house then, inside as impressive as outside, a brief explanation on what is where, bathroom, my guest room, kitchen, then we passed through a large living room to the back of the house, outside into the large garden there. It was great too, two small sheds in the far corners, a few trees, a pool, two quite large seating areas, a BBQ not far from that, a large buffet built up on the side also, behind it… hmmm… that boy was on the way up or not yet back from taking my bag up, behind the buffet though another full rubbered boy seemed to be ‘on duty’ and on the opposite side of the seating areas a small bar was built up, two more rubber boys there obviously taking care of drinks then.
In the seats and couches were already a few guys, a general introduction followed, some I knew from online, some were new, all quite interesting guys, some alone, some with their boys by their side, two of them though told me I would meet their boys later, they already were stored in the basement awaiting the party to start. That sounded quite horny to me, I was curious and looked forward, well of course was even more curious to see that basement I heard so much about over time already and now would be finally not just see but also get to use during that party.
A few snacks and a drink or two later then the host brought another arrival, well, lead him by a leash actually. He introduced him as well, a long time friend of his sent the boy to the party since he himself was not able to join this time. The look was exciting, full rubber, a thick rubber mask with eye, nose and mouth holes, a what I assumed pod suit then, one where you have your arms folded over your chest inside the rubber, no arm sleeves on the top but a proper shorts part of that suit, usually not possible to get out of by yourself, a wide rubber belt right under his crossed arms around his waist, keeping those arms up high and not wandering down inside the rubber, but also holding up the straps attached to some massive industrial waders then on the legs of that boy, you could see the steel caps embedded in the boots, red accents on those parts placed a highlight on those too.
He was introduced as ‘four’, the name his Owner had given him, being one of many boys he had. He was unable to understand or speak our language, but that was irrelevant as he was anyway not allowed to talk, his purpose throughout the weekend was just to be a decoration and possibly a mouth to use once in a while, no other parts of the boy were accessible anyway.
The host ‘parked’ the boy then as nice visual decoration kneeling next to the bar before being back with us for some more chat. I told him I certainly liked the appearance of that guest boy over there, joked I should have someone prepare me accordingly next time and send me here like that too, we laughed but he said I should consider that then, he would not mind at all.
A drink or two later then people had moved slowly into the basement, in-between a few more arrived and joined there already also. With just me and the host left sitting there and finishing the last drink, he said we should join as well, I must be definitely curious to see that basement finally and enjoy it. I nodded, of course I agreed to that, wo we got up and went towards the house, not without me giving that boy still kneeling next to the outside bar a long glance with a smile.
The host did notice that and stopped, looking at me he asked if I am interested in the boy, I can use him if I wanted to, of course just his mouth is available, but I might just as well only keep him leashed around me, he was here all weekend. I looked at that boy again, then back to the host and said: ‘Actually, I was more thinking about hos it would be to be inside all that (pointing at the boy then), not so much about taking him with me downstairs.’
He grinned, telling me that I really was into that idea as I mentioned earlier. I nodded, told him someday I will find someone to sent me here like that or similar.
The host then looked around, back at me then he said that nobody is here, everyone was downstairs already, so it would be a pretty good chance of swapping outfits with the boy. I was about the same size, the boy might enjoy my leathers while I can spend some time in that rubber and nobody would know about the swap.
That was a surprise offer, but curious as I was, or maybe better, horny as I was about seeing that boy in that rubber I did not really think ahead, just asked if he was serious about it, if that actually was an option, he just laughed and told me, now or never, take a pick. I could not let that one pass so just blurted a quick ‘of course I want’ towards him.
He whistled towards the bar and waved the boy over, he finally got up from his knees and joined us, just to follow us then inside the house, then into what seemed to be his ‘office’ room, a desk, a couch and table, shelves, still a rather large room. He closed the door to make sure nobody will disturb us and then grabbed the belt around the boys waste to open it, before doing so however he looked at me and said: ‘Beware, it an all or nothing swap’ to which I just grinned and said that I was not expecting it any different.
I was then told to strip completely while he removed that belt on the boy’s waist, had him take off those waders and then assisted him out of the pod suit, just to reveal another full suit underneath. I was already naked to helped out then also, pulling off the heavy thick rubber hood, opening the back zip of the other rubber suit and pealing the boy out if it. Another surprise waited though, the boy was wearing a chastity belt underneath, one of those full belts, tube behind front shield, but also a bar from front to back between the legs and… well attached to that a plug locked in also.
He unlocked that belt and with it then the plug as well came out, I checked that belt quickly, a very thick waist belt on the back side, almost an inch thick, I asked why and got a smirk back, I would find out soon, making me even more curious. But I also noticed the tube was ridiculously tiny and thin, my current semi hard would not get in there for sure, again a smirk from the host, some ice would solve that. He went to the bar inside one of the closets and came back with a handful ice cubes, telling me to bury my dick in those until the needed effect was reached.
Ice on the dick, I hated it, but that had the needed impact then rather quick, after a few minutes standing on the towel he placed under me for the water drops my dick shrunk, even smaller than usually when soft, I hated that cold enough to cause that.
That was the moment the host said with a laugh that it was time to get that belt on before my dick rethinks the situation, I had to laugh as well, it would not last long for sure once I removed the left over ice cubes.
Quickly that waist belt went over my waist, while holding it he pulled the front shield up between my legs, quickly smeared a handful lube on my tiny dick, the tube itself still lubed up from the boy wearing it, before I knew it my at the moment shrunk dick disappeared in that tube completely, but barely fitting, I thought when it goes back to the usual soft state it already would be completely filling that tube with no space to expand anywhere. The front shield and the ends of the waist belt were joined then and with a loud click locked, that belt was tightly sitting on me now, pressing my junk with the tiny tube close to my body between my legs as well. The shield was rather flat in the front, no bulge would be seen once trousers were on top of it.
But of course, the plug was still missing. It was luckily not the biggest one, but still would take some effort for me, I am not the one used to the big tools back there. The plug itself was about 5 inch long, at its widest maybe 2,5 inch wide, however the base was not much smaller, maybe 2 inches wide, definitely bigger than the toys I was used to. It was no surprise then that it took a huge amount of lube and quite a long time for him to be able to work it into my butt, constant moaning accompanied those efforts and a quick loud yelping then once the widest part passed the muscles and with that settled the plug inside. I felt incredibly filled, the base being that wide would not let me forget that one for a second. On the base of the plug attached was a small metal plate, on it a sort of two metal lead parts in the middle along the entire plate which would basically match the bar from the belt between my legs, in the middle of that on both sides raised a little, two small holes there. Once that plate is aligned underneath the bar between my legs, those two holes stand out just enough to pull a small padlock in them, efficiently keeping that plate then attached to that bar. While it actually allowed that plate to move a little up and down that bar, depending on how I would bend around, it effectively kept that plate anchored to that bar and with it the plug right where it was also.
All that working on my butt made me a little horny, well at least the feel of horniness was there for a moment before my dick found out that it is not possible to do anything with it. That tiny tube it was locked in did not allow any expansion, the tightness of the belt on me did not allow ay up or down movement, no swelling up as he would normally do, instead just utter discomfort happened, causing me to quickly focus on something lese to be able to stand up straight again without pain. That belt did its job well for sure.
I had to ask, how long was the boy in it before me then, the host laughed, he could not tell so he asked the boy in whatever language that may have been. The boy, just standing there (in actual proper posture) watching us then answered and the hose translated it into 8 months. Wow, that’s quite something I said, the host then talked to the boy again briefly who then started getting dressed in all my stuff I had left on the couch.
The host attended me again then. Time for the first suit. He had me sit on a towel on the couch then, the boy who in the meantime quickly was dressed in my stuff, not that much, just some jockstrap, socks, leather pants, leather shit and tall boots to slip into, assisted now also.
The suit was a one piece with gloves, hood and feet attached, a zip on the back, from top of the hood about halfway down the back was the entry point. It was still wet from the boy, some lube and certainly some sweat, but that made it easier to slip into.
Getting my feet down the sleeves first, a bit of a work as it was tight and took a while to get the air pass out and my feet proper settled in the attached rubber feet, each of them then pulled one of the legs all up to the top of thighs and smoothened all out, then pulling the suit further up over the belt, my his, up the torso before I was to get my arms into the arm sleeves. Similar efforts needed with the attached gloves, being tight it collected the air, making it pass and get my fingers all inside took a little but we managed, only now I notices that even though the attached gloves had fingers, those were actually sort of glued together, I could have a flat stretched out hand, but not move my individual fingers, a nice interesting way I thought, not mitts yet still restricted.
They pulled the arms sleeves up and the suit over my shoulders then, I bent down my head a little so they could pull that attached hood over it, align the holes where they needed to be and then the host zipped the back shut, from the mid back up between shoulders, over neck and then to the top of the head. With every inch of closing the zip the suit got tighter on me, at the end my second skin was fully closed and sitting tight all over me. Eyes and mouth were visible, the rest was in black rubber now, well with some steel underneath it.
The pod suit was to follow now. Again with a zip on the back, but being just shorts it was easy to step inside, have them pull it up over my hips, feeling that extra layer of tight rubber there even with the steel belt under all of it, then sorting the front torso part I noticed the inner sleeve construction there. It was just an extra rubber sheet, thick however, mounted between to the chest part on the inside of that suit. I had to basically insert each arm from the side into that and then cross them in front of my chest, once that was done it allowed that suit to be pulled up, over my shoulders again and then the zip on the back to be closed all up to the high collar at the pod suit. It was not too tight, but tight enough to keep in place and keep my arms fixed in their crossed way in front of my chest. I grinned, told him that it was an interesting one, an alternative straight jacket basically, we both laughed in agreement on that.
The waders followed then, getting my first leg into the right one, requiring a little extra pull to get my feet into the boots, they were pretty much exact the size and I always usually took a size larger to be able to slip in easier, those ones now would just sit correctly tight on my feet. The second boot followed and with both all the way up to my thighs, he finally took that wide rubber belt, looped it through the straps attached to the outside of each wader and then applied it above my hips, tightening it nicely, it would not slip down for sure, and being just below my folded arms giving those support as well to not be able to push those arms further down, not that the inner sleeve there would have allowed much pushing down already.
Finally the last item then, the hood. Well maybe I better call it helmet. It was made of at least 5mm thick rubber, anatomically shaped, re quired quite some effort to be pulled apart on the back enough to slide over my rubbered head and settle on my head then, making sure it aligns with the needed holes meant I found out that the nose holes had small tubes on the inside, those needed to be stuck up through the already present hood’s nose holes and would ensure there is good airflow up the nose, but I also found out that the eyes were covered with lenses on the inside also, a little tinted, still allowing me to see, but rather blurry only. Once all was proper aligned, a thick heavy zip on the back of that hood was pulled down and tightened it proper around my head, a head now having a different face with this molded rubber on it. The only uncovered part now was the sufficiently large mouth hole, displaying my lips, and by the size of that hole, well it was one of the mentioned purposes that the mouth was available for use…
I was hot and sweaty, well some of the sweat probably was from the boy before, in agony with regards to my dick trying to find any kind of space, moaning from that fat plug locked into my butt and of course, the feel and smell of the fantastic rubber all over me now did not really make it any less troublesome for my chastity.
He led me over to the side where a mirror was mounted to the wall and I looked at myself, well… I looked at what that boy looked like exactly about half an hour ago. There was no way to tell the difference, take a picture and send it to his Master and he would believe his boy is inside all of this still suffering. I smiled and told him just that to which he replied we should test that statement.
He told me to kneel down in the right posture in the middle of the room just like the boy did at the bar, then he took his mobile and made a call. I did not understand much of what they talked, but at some point he pointed the cam of the mobile towards me, he actually had a video call with the boy’s Master and showed him the boy kneel there… well me kneeling there pretending to be that boy. with some laughing they continued for a while talking before he swung the cam over to the actual boy, standing there in proper posture, but in my leathers. The host then handed the phone to that boy and they talked briefly, again nothing I understood other than probably a few ‘yes, sir’s’ amongst that before they hung up.
The host told me then that initially indeed the Master would not have guessed that someone else was under all those layers, but he told him then what we did and why, me actually being too curious to pass the opportunity. However the boy will have to face some consequences for getting out of it without his Masters permission, but that was for when he returned back home, in the meantime the Master gave the boy permission to enjoy both, the weekend party and me, I wondered then what that latter would mean…
The host then handed the boy something, it turned out to some a sort of small remote. The boy then came towards me and stood in front of me, shouted a sort of command I did not understand a few times, the host then told me that it meant for me to stand up, they talked briefly, the host explained that speech was not an option obviously, hand signs would rather be the way to communicate. Then he told me that the boy would show me a few remote control commands I should memorize, still me wondering what that meant.
Then I felt it, the moment the boy hit a button on the remote, my dick vibrated one short times, at the same time the boy pointed up, I was to get up. Another push on the button, two short vibrations, he pointed down, meaning I was to get on my knees again. He repeated that several times, me following the commands accordingly. One vibration, up, two vibrations, kneel. Then the boy went to the corner of the room, a push on a button, three vibrations, he waved me, the host explained it, come to him, wherever he may be at that time. So far so good, one, two and three vibrations. The hos had to translate a few more things, I was to stay with the boy, within a few feet at all times, unless he pointed to a spot, I was to stand there then or unless he used the vibrations to get me up or down or walk towards him. Again, quite easy.
The boy in the meantime was on the other side in the corner and pushed the three vibrations, I did not react right away as I was still expecting more translation form the host, then… well… another push on a different button and I almost screamed, immediately went down on my knees from the pain I felt in my dick. The host laughed, telling me that was punishment for not following the command immediately, so I knew now what would happen if I did that again. Basically I was given to the boy for the weekend to do his bidding based on the remote control or his hand signs and if I messed up – which would be likely whenever he would order something I did not understand, I would feel the punishment immediately. Wow, that is going to be a tricky one I said – just to be hit immediately with another long painful shock. I had no idea why and looked at both, the host then just grinned – I guess it’s the part of the ‘all or nothing’, the boy was not allowed to speak at all, so I guess that applies to you now, since you have taken his place. Well I am sure you two will have quite some fun over the weekend, I guess time to join the others downstairs.
Well, all or nothing indeed, so the no speaking was obviously now mandatory for me, then again, it would also guarantee nobody down there would realize the difference of me now being sealed in here.
We went downstairs, and despite having more or less just blurry vision, not really doing better in the rather dim lights down there, I still was impressed, the space was huge, several large rooms, a bar, seating areas, and … pretty much any toy and tool I can imaging to have fun with all over the place, most of which were in use already by the others on the party.
I walked aside the boy as expected from me, tried to not loose him while he walked all over the place checking out everything, watching others in their plays, at some point the two vibrations… I almost missed it, but immediately went on knees right there and stayed while the boy went further around. I could at least watch also others having fun, not that it did me any good, the plug was a disaster, stimulating my prostate while my dick fought for non-available space, frustration guaranteed, yet all I could do was watch the fun others had while I got more hot and sweaty by the minute in the rubber here and got more frustrated with ever look around I had seeing every horny play and device I wanted to actually use myself, or have used on myself.
I was suddenly caught by three vibrations, shit… almost missed that too, I got up and … fuck where is he… I had to look around and could not see much with blurry and slowly even with sweat more covered lenses over my eyes, I walked around in an attempt to find him just to be hit my that pain shock suddenly, it took obviously too long for me to find him and he abused that power given by his Master now, I finally saw him approach while I barely recovered from that harsh shock he applied just before and the big grin on his face confirmed that he definitely enjoyed what he just did.
Well the evening went on, more walking at his side standing around at designated spots, kneel around, being teased by having to come to him without knowing where he was, he did that on purpose for sure and my dick had to suffer for it quite a number of times. Then again, every time it happened I had at least a while long a break form that dick trying to find space in its prison, well at least for a short while then before I felt horny again.
The boy even made sure to feed me regular some water, given the sweaty rubber in was in that was very welcome, and him being the normal subject stuck in it certainly knowing that fluids do well to the ‘rubber toy’.
Of course the inevitable had to happen also, after having been left for a while kneel in a corner, the boy came back and stood right in front of me, unzipped his (my) leather pants and pulled out his dick, quite obvious, he was horny, not just from everything going on around here, that boy was locked in that belt I had on me for 8 months, I could not even imagine… well, he did not wait at all, just pushed his rock hard and not too small dick onto my mouth and when I did not immediately react on it, he shouted something I did not understand but holding the remote in his hands kind of told me … I of course made sure that would not happen, his dick then fucked my throat, abused my mouth, not without me trying to work with my tongue to ensure he gets the most out of it. It took not too long before he screamed out in ecstasy while his juices, and there were plenty of them, spurted down my throat.
I had not noticed as I was busy with his dick abusing my throat almost to the extent of me throwing up a few times, a few other guests were now standing around us and… well… once the boy withdrew his dick from my mouth he waved to the others to feel free to join him… and it was no surprise that moments later the next dick was ducking my mouth already.
For the next almost half hour several guys – one after the other, not leaving me much break to grasp some air in-between, fucked my mouth, some quick, some took really long, some average and some large dicks, I did not even notice their faces, all in all I had about ten loads of sperm down my throat by now when finally it seemed the last was done, just to find the boy again stand there, his still – or again rock hard dick out of the leather pants again and he enjoyed my mouth a second time, just this time he took his time.
He kept thrusting, making me choke a lot of times, just to slow down in-between a little, and then go full on again, varied speed and depth of his thrusts on and on, I think he alone took now almost twenty minutes of constant fucking my mouth and throat before he finally, to my relief, screamed out again and shot another huge load down my throat once again. He sure had some catching up to do I thought …
After that the evening continued as before, walking next to him, standing where he left me, kneeling around, spurting towards him and failing to be on time, he kept enjoying that a lot, as little ‘action; as it may have been, he had definitely fun with it, unlike me suffering quite a bit by now, the heat, the sweat, I pissed into he rubber twice, my throat aching, my butt aching, my dick, not even wanting to think about the torture it undergoes continuously in this tiny prison. To me it was time for the evening to end, have a long shower and call it a night.
Instead however… he took care of my drinking for sure, but he also offered my mouth to pretty much every one of the guests, Masters and slaves alike, and of course a few of them did not even hesitate to make use of that.
When it finally calmed a little, slowly people disappearing into their rooms obviously, the boy took me as well upstairs again, up the first floor then and into a guest room. I saw my bag there on a side table waiting for me, so it was the room I was supposed to be in, would I share it with the boy then ?
I did not have to wait much. The boy opened my bag, I thought about protesting, then again there was not much inside, a few toys and clothes… he took out my collar, also found my gag and my full head gasmask in the bag, aside of taking out the loop of rope I also packed.
He then stood in front of me and without talking pushed that gag into my mouth, my favorite to use, not necessarily on myself tough, padded, very wide and rather thick, it fills your mouth pretty well and keeps your tongue pressed down well also. He buckled it shut behind my head and then immediately started pulling that full head gasmask over my rubbered, double rubbered even, head. Since I made sure the lenses of the gasmask were blacked out, this now remove my sight completely, once he had it in place and sipped it shut on the back I was in total darkness. He then pulled the collar around my neck and buckled it shut, immediately then pulled on the d-ring on its front, I had to follow his lead.
He lead me to the bed, but not getting me into it but having me lay down on my back next to it, once I was laying flat he started pushing, indicating me to move, shoved my body to the side, he in fact shoved me under the bed. Once I was deep enough under it he used a piece of the rope and knotted it on to the d-ring on the collar first, then knotted the other end of the rope to the underside of the bed. He then moved to my feet, grabbed another piece of rope, tied my ankles tight together and then used the leftover end of the rope to tie those also to the underside of the bed right there, my feet were probably about an inch off the ground now.
With my neck tied on one side, my feet on the other, all I could do now was lay there flat as I was, no hands or arms available, no sight, no speech, I was helpless like hell, well, even more helpless as I was all evening already in this outfit. Then of course, as I expected, he no longer paid attention to me and just got undressed himself and went into the comfort of the bed I was supposed to sleep in…
It was an uncomfortable night for sure, sore butt, fighting dick, hot and sweaty rubber, laying in the piss floating inside the suit now also, hearing him actually snore in comfort above me. Not really what I had in mind when I wanted to try that outfit, I thought about a few hours of fun and then swap back, but as it seems, the boy did not make an attempt to go with that, and having heard his Master wishing him a fun weekend with me I feared the worst.
I barely slept, but I still got some rest in-between anyway despite the aching everywhere. When the boy got up he finally released me as well from under the bed, took off the gasmask hood also and I saw, well even more blurry by all the drops accumulating on the inside of those lenses, had me stand there still helpless while I could watch him take a long nice shower which I definitely envied him for, then back out here he went through the bag again and chose my full army outfit this time, put it all on, looked great I must say, thought I preferably would want to be wearing it instead right now, but being gagged made talking or asking impossible, aside of the fact that he would not even understand me either and I did not really have any way of signing communication either to tell him I wanted to swap back.
Being dressed he then took me downstairs, many others sitting out in the garden on a large table with breakfast already. The boy talked briefly to my host before the host ordered one of his boys to fetch something from the kitchen, it was my breakfast…
While the boy enjoyed a fantastic looking breakfast, I was fed some fluids, nutritious stuff, a few nuts, and at some point then the host told me that it was unlikely to get out of this prison soon, so in order to ensure the plug will not be an issue, proper fluids will be the best food for the time being for me.
I asked then what it meant, how long was I supposed to stay like that as I rather would be back in my own clothes, but that was followed by yet another and this time really long and tough shock on my dick. The boy had been watching me and noticed me talking, the host only grinned when he saw me in agony suffering the punishment for talking, then he just said that it was not up to him when the boy would go back into his own outfit and obviously the boy still was in control of everything regarding me. I panted trying to recover from that really painful shock and decided to remain silent then, the host was right, as long as I was locked into all this and the boy had that control in his possession, he was in charge, like it or not…
The party was supposed to go all weekend, I was just hoping it would not be like this for me all weekend. After they finished breakfast though the boy talked to the host for a moment before taking me downstairs again, to my surprise a few others also already were at play. I was led to the center of one of the rooms, right there was a small … well.. it looked like a sit bench, padded sides for the lower legs, straps attached there to fix the ankles and below knees in slightly spread position, one I knelt on there and my lower legs were immobilized I sat back on – or between my heels, another wide strap went over my upper thighs and kept my legs bent as they were, with that kept me sitting like that.
The boy then grabbed a plank with a lot of straps attached to it from the side and pushed it behind me into a matching spare the platform I was ‘mounted on’, this plank was about three inches wide and about an inch thick, very stable now that it was anchored, it touched my back and it went all up to just above my head. The boy then used the straps, the first went around my body just under my folded arms, one just above the folded arms then, two straps went criss cross over my shoulders down the chest to my sides and were tightened well, one strap then went over my throat. The last one then went over my eyes, it had some fur padding on the inside, once in place and tightened it not only held my head in place but also brought me back into total darkness again. I basically was strapped on to this little platform pretty much immobile now.
After that, well nothing… for I have no idea how long I was just left there, no idea what was going on around me, well I could hear moans and screams, definitely something was going on but I had to imagine, unable to see anything. Nevertheless, the imagination of it added to the total immobilization, bring in the plug, chastity and rubber, well my frustration was excessive as you can imagine, helpless left here to my own while people enjoyed what I wanted to enjoy.
However, I forgot, did not at all think about it, but there was one function still available on or with me, and someone used that now. I had no idea whose dick pushed against my mouth, but I was in no position to refuse, strapped immobile, my mouth in the right position, free to use by whoever that is.
Unfortunately that was not the only one though… I had no idea where the boy was, or if he was one of those dicks abusing my mouth during the time, but the hours passed, I was either bored from inability to do anything, frustrated from the tortures my locked up dick and plugged butt kept going through or was mouth fucked by someone. The only interruption was someone feeding me fluids in-between occasionally, other than that I do not know how many hours I spent like that, not a participant, but one of the dungeon toys down here for anyone to use.
I did actually spend all day and night there as it turns out, when I got finally released by the boy most others had already retreated into their rooms, however I was still not to be free. The night instead went exactly like the previous, he sleeping in MY comfy bed while I kept suffering under it.
The next morning then went again similar, breakfast with him back in my leathers and me still the same. After breakfast once again, I still hoped it to end now, but I found myself downstairs again, this time in another room, that one had a few artificial wooden walls mounted wit a few glory holes cut into them. The boy had me knee behind one of them, applied my collar on me and used a short chain to lock my face right close to the glory hole, it was clear what was expected, whatever dick went through that hole was mine to take care of. Another boring, sweaty, suffering day was passing. Either I was just kneeling there helpless waiting, not being attended at all or I was working on an anonymous dick shoved in front of my face through that hole. After again endless hours, I stopped estimating time the day before already I thought a little, given the time spent in this rubber outfit, I was not sure at all, but I must have been throat-fucked and swallowed at least 50 times, who knows maybe I miscounted and it was even more, but basically… the boy was introduced to use for exactly that, be just a decoration and a mouth to use, and having swapped outfits made that then part of what I became. Not exactly what I hoped for when coming here, but then again I was asking for it when I accepted the swap of ‘all or nothing’.
While everyone else had a blast once again and the night was over again, it did not stop yet for me, I slept once again tied under the bed.
The next morning however… finally… the boy started releasing me out if everything after he had his long shower. Collar off, rubber helmet hood off, I finally could see clear again, the belt around my waist came off and released the waders to be taken off, the pod suit came off and I ached like hell when starting to stretch my arms finally again, the full head to toe suit went off and I felt excited like hell to feel fresh air at my skin again.
He then pointed to the shower, not having removed the chastity yet, but I did not care too much, used that shower to the fullest, at least half an hour under nice warm water was the best that happened at the moment, well… not that I complain too much about the rest that happened before…
When I finished, toweled off and went back into the room, the host also was there, then I also realized why the chastity was not undone before, the boy did not have the keys for it. The host unlocked it then and … well… the pain was indescribable when that plug came out of my butt, I felt empty, felt something definitely missing, after all that time with it painfully stuck up there, but after using the toilet quickly then (despite not needing it, but having a feel it would be necessary), I felt definitely good again, totally free, nothing locked, nothing in or on me, though of course there was quite some aching still around, my throat was severely abused all weekend, my butt would probably ache for a couple days for sure, but my dick… free again…. And it showed of course by making use of its freedom, that was not a full hard-on, but close enough already.
Everything I was locked into all weekend still was piled there on the floor, I asked the host if I should wash it, but he waved that off, the boy would just empty the seat and piss out of it – which he did right then.
He came back out while I got dressed in my full army already, the host then said the boy had to return soon, his pickup would be here in about an hour, so better get him proper dressed again.
Everything I was locked in all weekend now went back on to the boy, having enjoyed a weekend in freedom he was quickly back in all of it, heat to toe rubbered, helpless without arms, plugged, in chastity, the anonymous toy that arrived Friday evening here. But then… the host handed me that remote… With a smile he told me then, you have about an hour time, enjoy it, then he left.
I grinned, looking at the boy, should I …
I checked the buttons, then I pressed one. Obviously it was not the one I planned, the boy cramped, yelped and fell on his knees, I shocked him quite hard, admittingly by accident, nevertheless I kept grinning… a little payback for all weekend under his torture…
But then I found the right buttons, a vibration, he got up, two, he knelt down, I kept repeating… I think I had him get up and kneel down at least 30 times, a nice work out for sure, he panted…
Then with him back on knees and me.. well the tent under my army pants was not to miss, I was rock hard, all weekend frustrated not able to get hard or get any action… it was time…
I made use of that ‘toy’ myself finally. I was rough with him, did not consider him too much right then, I fucked his mouth, his throat, deep thrusts, low ones, fast ones, slow ones, I enjoyed his mouth to the fullest up to the moment I shot my first load of the weekend right down his throat, now I was the one panting…
But I was too horny, I kept ‘exercising him a little more, up and down, faster and faster, and of course for not being able to keep up also punishing him several times, and that meant it did not take long before my dick already asked for more. Once more I abused the mouth to the fullest, being the second time it lasted quite a long time, I gave his throat a really long abuse, he choked a lot of times, I made sure he ‘just’ did not have to throw up but also made sure he would keep choking on my dick for a long time before I finally was ready to shoot another load down there, even then, once I was empty, I did not withdraw my dick, I kept it in his mouth another at least 5 minutes, as deep as he could hold it without choking. Only then I slowly pulled it out and packed it away…
I felt great, after a not so exciting surprise way of spending this weekend I got some great mouth fucks into a pretty great rubber toy at least… well, if he would stay longer I might make more use of it, but it was almost time.
I took him downstairs, this time I was the one having a great breakfast while he got fed basic nutritious fluids only, then for the remaining time before pickup he just spent it kneel next to the breakfast table.
When he got finally picked up it was a little sad, I spent all weekend ‘with’ him and kind of enjoyed that fact, not necessarily in the role I played this weekend, but … well… maybe I meet him another time here on a party again.
While most others packed up and left, I sat with the host still outside at the table, two of his rubbered boys clearing it and cleaning up now. I still had today and tomorrow off, no jury then to get back yet.
We talked about the weekend, I told him about my disappointment of not being able to make use of his fantastic basement much, well at least not the kind of use I was planning to have when I arrived. Then again, being locked into that boys outfit was a great experience I generally enjoyed, even if I did not enjoy a lot of the parts during it, my butt definitely will feel that for a long time, I laughed, but the rubber and the chastity belt were amazing, no way to get any relief in that belt, as tiny as it was built inside, the ability to walk and see, even speak, that is if I would have been allowed to, yet still totally helpless without any use of arms or hands, I’d probably enjoy owning a suit like that and a belt like that, though it takes someone to zip you into that suit, and being single that would probably be a waste of money buying something like that then as it would rarely get used on me.
He grinned when I told him all that, told me he was happy I enjoyed at least the most parts of the weekend. He was glad we finally could make it to meet and he would surely enjoy to have me here at future parties again, I nodded, if I can make it again, I will surely take that invitation.
He then asked though how I liked or disliked the whole ‘reduced to decoration’ part, that boy I swapped with for the weekend spends a large part of his service to his Owner as just that and seemed to be just where he wants to be, but it’s obviously not for everyone.
I had to confirm, it is not necessarily exciting, as long as someone pays attention, even if it was just to be throat fucked and a mere piece of play toy, but something is happening, it is ok-ish, but while nothing happens and one is just left to his own, it gets boring. I told him that though I had quite an amount of those moments, I was kept busy by a frustrated aching dick without space to enjoy, a plug that could not be forgotten a single second at all and the constant smell of rubber in my nose, added to the bondage part of the whole outfit, something I generally enjoyed, well, it could be described as both sides of the coin are there, the boredom of nothing happening but as well the excitement of the reasons and circumstances why that actually happens. What definitely gave a small extra kick was the fact that I went into the gear that was still warm and sweaty form the boy who just wore it before me, and who knows how long already was locked into it.
He laughed, telling me there is always two sides to find on everything, but he can confirm that many boys he knows that spend their fair share locked in whatever and often just left as a piece of decoration somewhere feel similar, it’s not the boredom that makes them tick, but the reason why they are unable to change that. I laughed with him, that’s definitely the good way to describe it.
He then mentioned that he believes I was planning on going home only tomorrow, so had still almost a day and a half day time here, I nodded, that was the plan indeed, I thought about leaving here after the usual rush hour of the evenings passed, so I got a smooth ride home then. I told him maybe I should check out the town, it looked like a great area here, I mean, so far all I had seen was his house, in the limited ways I was able to. We laughed, but then he countered:
‘That would be indeed an option, but how about something different. The whole deco object part and the two sides of it, and especially the swapping into the long worn outfit coming with it… would you dare to give it an extended test ride? I mean you had one just now, but with quite a lot of mouth abuse included, I talk about the truly just being a part of the furniture, a pleasant view to me in my home. And what the outfit relates to, one of my boy’s upstairs is basically just that, only once in a while he participates on chores like the other two, but for the large part he pretty much is just that piece of furniture upstairs in my bedroom. I actually gave the three boys a choice, the one who would opt for that would be the one permanently in my bedroom, the others are merely servants performing the necessary chores and errands around here. One of the two down here tried at first but begged to swap again after a few days, the one upstairs however seems to be content, he has not once indicated he would want a change. He’s in his rubber for the last three days already and due for a shower today, every three days I found out is sufficient and as you know I am aware about the feeding needed to avoid the need for other breaks as well. If you want… well maybe have a look and decide for yourself.’
That sounded interesting for the whole locked a long time part, and of course I was curious what kind of deco that boy would be, so I nodded quickly, had to see that.
We went upstairs then, passing the room I slept, well spent my nights under the bed in, at the end of the hall then we entered the master bedroom. A huge room, a massive king size bed at one end, some seating on the other end, a room to spend more than just for sleeping in probably. But… there he was…
The bed was not only king size in width and length, it also had a huge massive frame on top, four massive posts leading up to hold a top roof above the bed. And right there at the top end, spread suspended between the head end posts was a rubber body, getting closer I saw he was in a suspension harness, well a harness actually all over his body, from the bridge under the boots all the way up to the head harness and along the arms down to the mitts, straps all over the rubbered body, and each strap with plenty rings embedded, all of which then were used together with chains to create a kind of web in which he was hanging, the chains cleverly also having spanners in them to ensure a total tight spread of the body hanging in that harness. I could just let out an impressive ‘wow’ when I saw that.
He told me to check it, check the chains, the body, it was a real human in there, the chains were tight to the max, there was pretty much no movement, and looking top to bottom, he was centered right in the midst between left and right massive post but as well centered between top roof and headboard of the bed. He knew I wondered, so he told me, yes, that boy spends most of his time right three, every third day he gets off for a shower, cleaning, health check, special feeding, all in all 4 hours of the head of the bed, just to get back on there then again for the next three days. I was lucky, he was due for his shower today, so the boys will take him off in a bit and take care of the necessities then.
‘But… as I said before, maybe you would want to give it an extended test ride yourself, you got until tomorrow evening… and once that boy comes off, his warm rubber would be available to take spin on this, mind you, it also is an ‘all or nothing’ deal tough.
I was impressed, touching the warm body hidden under that rubber, asking if I could I stepped on to the bed then to reach the crotch, as expected, hard metal underneath, caressing the rubber up and down I hear some slight moans coming from the boy then, muffled though, likely not able to talk anyway either.
He then told me to follow him back down, the boys will come up here now to do their part, unless… he paused.
I felt my dick twitch, should I … again… until tomorrow is a long time… and … what else is hidden underneath, he would surely not tell either… but… it is so fucking horny… I blurted suddenly; ‘Deal!’
He grinned, he pushed a button next to the door and within seconds the two other boys came in, he told them to get going and then took me to the side, telling me that I should get stripped, and since I would not need my clothes before tomorrow, should pack them away in my guest room, by the time I was back, the boys would be almost done. I saw them quickly working already, undoing the spanners on the chains to unhook one after the other getting the boy off his chain web.
I went into the guestroom, unlaced my boots and got naked, folded my stuff, packed up everything except my street wear I would need for the ride home and then went back.
When I entered after knocking the boys were almost done indeed, the deco boy was sitting on the floor in the on suite bathroom getting the last of his rubber suit pulled off his feet right then, revealing the shiny steel of the chastity he was locked in.
The host told me that he would get that one off as well so I could be locked into it, all or nothing as he said, not that the boy would be free though, he would be locked into a different model, he hasn’t been unlocked since he started his service here a couple years ago, would not want to start today just because his gear is ‘occupied’ by someone else.
He personally unlocked the belt and his boys then took care to get it off the boy. it was a similar model to the one I spent the weekend in, looked heavier though but also quite flat on the front, hiding the existence of your junk well behind it, it had a different lock as well, no visible lock actually, a pin to push down to lock it and the key hole embedded on the side of the thick front shield, else plain shiny steel only making that front, also instead of a simple bar between the legs, it has sort of a little wider shield like strap with a hole at the butt, on it a latch, lockable of course, that would hold the plug inside but also allow the plug to come out when wanted without unlocking the belt.
Once it was off and the boy disappeared in the shower without paying any attention to us, the host told me it was time…
The other boys brought everything out into the bedroom after having emptied the sweat and piss obviously accumulated in the suit over the past days, it was still warm and wet though.
I was told then to stand still while the boys quickly applied the chastity belt on me. Waist strap around my waist, once again a rather thick waist band, he told me then that it held more battery capacity, so the time the boy spends out of his place every three days is sufficient to keep it charged, however he had not used it the past days, so it is still fully charged anyway. The boys pulled the front up then and unfortunately once again, that tube was quite tiny. I luckily was not hard at all, but still it took an extra amount of lube and effort to push my dick into that tube before the front shield and ends of the waist belt were put together and with a loud click that large pin was pushed down, sealing the lock in place and making it impossible to get that belt off.
Of course, as I feared (or not?), I was to bend forward then, the plate on the rear was moved aside. He showed it to me first though, it was not a plug, it was a steel rod, 2,5 inch diameter, 5 inch long, so similar to the plug I had locked in place, just the plug went at its base down a little, this one would not. Then I felt the cold of the dildo rod… I worked with them, but having still a quite sore ass made that not the easiest, however, with a lot of moaning and enough lube finally it passed the muscles there, and since it was evenly in diameter, it kept sliding deeper and deeper until I felt the base touch my skin. The rear plate had a small hole in the middle, the base of hat steel rod had a pin on its bottom, those two matching well into each other, so with the rear place pushed in place and snapping into its lock, that little pin fitted through that small hole and anchored that rod. Even after having been stretched all weekend, that half inch more now felt massive again, once again something not to forget a second while it is in.
Finished with the base obviously, the rubber suit followed. Once a gain a little different, it was clearly a much thicker rubber, still a bit stretchy, but much stiffer than the other suit I was locked in before. it took then also quite a lot more lube and work to get it on me, feet into the socks, well as nice touch, toe socks attached actually, getting it all up my body then took all efforts the boys could bring to it, my arms down the sleeves and into those very stiff mittens at the end of the sleeves, keeping my hands absolutely useless in a fist now, finally pulling the suit over my shoulders and then the hood.
That was a work on its own. It wasn’t just about pulling it over my head, it had a number of items embedded hat needed to be adjusted just right. Two thin tubes on the inside of the nose holes, a big longer than those I had though, so they would go quite dep into my nose, but as well the gag. It was one of those rubber mouth filling covers, basically covering every part of the mouth, the inside of the mouth top and bottom, the teeth, even lips and a space for the tongue, all in rubber, creating a rubber mouth in the mouth more or less. Such a gag prevents much noise for sure, inside though there was a tiny tube as well, leading to a tiny opening on the outside, used to feed fluids, however there were no eye openings, once that hood was in place and the zip closed there was just a nose and a tiny almost not noticeable mouth tube opening on an otherwise smooth even black shiny surface over the face, no longer a human face then, and no skin at all visible, the only outside connection being those two tubes up the nose for breathing and the tiny one for the feeding.
It was uncomfortable for sure, those tubes up my nose were a pain to get in place, so was the alignment of all the rubber inside my mouth, but the boys obviously did that every three days, so they knew what and how to make it happen despite me not being so aware where to support best on that. But once it was all aligned and in place, the zip was closed and the thick rubber tightened well around the rest of my body, I had been turned into an anonymous black rubber figurine without face, blind as a bat, unable to make more than slight barely hearable grunts, locked in a tiny chastity again and plugged with a large steel rod up my butt.
But of course, more to come. I was helped to sit down and felt the first of the tall rubber boots, I slipped my foot inside, it was luckily the right one size larger, being kind of riding boots look or officer boots look, it would be very tight to get inside otherwise, but now with enough push and pull those boots were on my feet quickly, leading all the way up to my knees. Then the harness now was next. Being totally blind I could only follow the lead of the boys when they pushed or pulled my limbs into the right direction.
Pulling that harness over my torso first, plenty straps hanging around everywhere now, they then started buckling one by one shut in the right places. Tightening the ones around shoulders and torso first, then continuing down my arms all the way to my wrists, then each of them did one of the legs, all the way down to my ankles and beyond, lifting one by one my feet to be able to also buckle shut that bridge under them. Once all was bucked shut they checked each of hose straps again and where needed tightened that one notch extra, at the end it was fitting tight on my rubbered body, yet comfortable to wear.
Time for the finale then I hear the host say, the boys leading me over to the bed now. I carefully walked, not easy when you have to trust the lead of someone for not seeing a thing, feeling the rubber move on your mode, feeling that steel rod in your butt, breathing through those little tubes as there is no other contact to the outside world, but once I was successfully helped on to the bed I was also then led to stand on a small pedestal, a clever item I had not noticed. Embedded into the headboard, you can pull it up and fold it down, allowing me then to step on it and be in a good height to start the chaining up.
Once I stood there facing forward yet not touching the back wall, the first chains got applied at the rings on my shoulders. Using the spanners in the chains then they lifted me a little higher, checked a few times to make sure I am in the right position, almost standing on my tip toed by now, finally satisfied they continued with the wrists, chaining them in place so my arms were spread about two feet away from my body. Then more chains were hooked up into every ring on every strap of the arms and spanned correctly to keep my arms even straight. Once they were done with that, the connecting chains between the lower sides of the arm straps and the rings on the torso straps followed, by spanning them then tight they created a stable rigid web of chains from posts to arms to torso, no longer allowing me to move my arms in any direction.
The midsection followed, from the straps around the torso chains leading to the posts on the side, one by one spanned tight to make sure they support the body as needed, more chains on the straps around my hips and waste then concluded that section.
Finally the legs were next, however pushing them to the left and right meant I had to let go of my support, the moment the boys pulled each leg to the side far enough I was suddenly hanging with all my wight in that harness, held up by the upper chaining in place already. They did not even look, knowing they had done a good job up there, they just then attached chains to the ankle straps and then all up to each ring on each strap all the way up the legs, adjusted them accordingly to keep my legs almost three feet apart. Chains between the inside legs then followed, from one leg to the other, spanned tightly to create once again a rigid chain web between them and make sure I cannot move those legs either way anymore. Finally a few more chains added to the sole strap, down to the headboard finished that part.
Only now they went back up and attended my head, the plenty straps of the head harness surrounding my rubber head were one by one attached by their rings to chains and those then connected to the upper and side part of the bed frame, spanned tightly again, ending up in making my head no longer able to move in either direction also.
Being finished they went off the bed after folding back that little step I was standing on initially, all that was now visible was this black shiny figurine in a mass of chains almost like hovering above the headboard.
I heard him send off the boys now, including the other one who’s place and gear I was in right now. Then he told me that the boy would not be roaming around freely for long, while I took his place he would be spending it strapped into a side table in the living room, would not want to waste a good piece of furniture by having it walk around freely.
He then encouraged me to try moving, try struggling, try whatever I wanted. I did of course, no matter what I tried however, the only ting moving was my mitted fists a little around and my feet a little around, any other part of me was kept rigidly in place inside that harness and chain web they had created. I kept trying hard, all I ended up with was getting hotter and sweatier inside the thick rubber suit and panting heavy through the small nose tubes while letting out the one or other barely noticeable grunt into the gag. I finally gave up, well the only indication of that was that my mitted fists and feet no longer moved and I slowly was breathing normal, other than that nothing had changed on the display he looked at.
He then told to some details I need to know: ‘first of all, you get fed twice a day, necessary fluids, and sufficient amount to kept you well yet not overfill your bladder. When you feel two taps on your chest, then one of the boys is in front of you and will start feeding, that means connecting a tube to the tiny mouth tube and pushing in the fluids, so be prepared to swallow then. This tap on your chest and the feeding is the only physical interaction you will have during your time up there, no other contact is made. Obviously you cannot see what is going on around you, you cannot speak, and believe me, even if you try, those slight mumbles do not even wake me up if you do. So far you can hear what goes on inside this room, the door is heavy enough to keep other sounds of the house outside, but that will change one I am done talking.
Embedded in the ear area are small wireless speakers. They would not provide any enjoyable sound quality for music or speech, but their sole purpose is to feed white noise into your ears, loud enough to lock out any other noise that may happen around here, again you can believe me, even if I start shouting you won’t hear that. That means that you will be completely isolated, immobile and untouched for the time spent up there, just like any other item in the room, just a piece of decoration with no other function but to please my eyes when I look at it.
For the boredom however, since you’re just up there for a short time it would not be needed, but for my other boy I embedded some entertainment, since he pretty much has nothing else going on anymore. That’s where the enhanced batteries in the belt come into play. As you can certainly already guess, the dick tube is hooked up to the bult in tens, but also that steel rod is connected. Once I start the white noise, the tens also is enabled. No worries, it is not about torture, it is about stimulation. It is set to random, so you never know when it starts, front of back or both, how long it lasts or how intense it stimulates. But it will give your mind a good time to work on the feelings then, your dick trying to act on the stimulation on itself or in your ass, yet not being able to do much at all, your ass feeling the vibrations and pulses that stimulate the prostate regularly to the mas as well, if you are lucky you might even shoot a load or two, unfortunately such prostate induced cumming does not really bring that same orgasmic satisfaction, so no worries, you will pretty much stay horny all the time nevertheless. Initial checks and talks with my boy have confirmed that, the tens does its job just in the right intervals to keep you ever horny yet never lets you fully get satisfied and you won’t get too bored with that for sure, more likely to be extremely frustrated and desperate for touch or anything, so I would say it does provide a valuable service to me keeping you at edge permanently.
Having said that, it’s time to finish the conversion into that bed decoration, I’ll talk to you again tomorrow evening then, enjoy your time, boy.’
Not that I was able to react or say anything, but I would have if it was possible, that stimulation part was not something he mentioned earlier, but I was surely curious how that would play out, but I did not have much time to think about it, seconds after he finished I heard the white noise and was indeed now completely isolated. I have no idea if he was still there, talking or not, whether he left the room, hey he may even have slammed the door and I would not have heard that.
I tried of course again, moving, twisting my body, but nothing, as before. I was pinned mid air on to his bed, a piece of furniture in his bedroom, or better: a part of the bed, unattended, just there like any other item in the room with no function whatsoever but to jut ‘be’ there.
But then also the tens started its fist circle, and it was agonizing… both ends were stimulated, the massive steel rod up my butt, with it my prostate, the tube encircling my dick, all of it worked it magic and that had its expected effect, I felt hornier, my dick would have wanted, I would have wanted, what would I not do to stroke it right now, hell, not even that, to just be able to get hard without causing me this incredible discomfort, and I was unable to do anything, not twist or twerk around to get and relief, I was kept rigid in place having to let this devilish device work on making me hornier and hornier.
I could not really focus or think about much else, this kept me busy, on edge, on actual edge… I soooo wanted to cum, but it ‘just’ did not go far enough for that, aside of the fact that my dick created more pain than pleasure next to that, bent down between my legs, trying desperately to swell up to its usual glory yet unforgivingly being held by its tiny steel cover.
I did not know how long the tens worked before it finally stopped, I had no focus on time or anything during that, but when it finally did stop I was relieved on one side, yet even more frustrated on the other, I was definitely being brought close enough to feel that urge, but… exhausted and helpless stuck here in this place. The white noise did its job as well to confuse me, having no connection of any kind to the outside you loose yourself quickly, nothing to do, nothing to move, nothing to hear, nothing to see, just… be there and wait… wait for the time passing to get out again, wait for that tens to create more frustration again, wait for… well, nothing, just wait…
I have no idea if I slept, when I slept, now long I slept, I was lost completely after some time already and did not at all realize any sort of time. That white noise became ‘normal’ after some time, it was just there, sure it prevented me from hearing anything, but it just meant I was in a sort of nirvana of my own now, my mind played tricks, I forgot regular even about the place I was in, hanging here left to myself, forgot I was not home but at his place, forgot about everything of the past days, until of course that tens came in again and kept my mind busy again. Every time it stopped I was swearing to myself, what the fuck, this is torture, to be kept on edge all the time, feeling horny almost all the time yet knowing and realizing very well that there is nothing I can do at ay time soon or for a still unknows duration. It was driving me mad at one point, and was making me moan another, it was pleasure and torture at the same time, my mind kept being in overdrive during those moments, or times, or minutes, or .. how long I had never a clue.
Just as I also had not the slightest idea how long I was here now, was it still today, or yesterday, or tomorrow, was I close to release or was it still a day away, I could not tell anymore. Then I remembered, yes I got fed three times already, hey it was next day then, I sighed into myself, at least some focus point I had found now. Then the tens started again, fuuuuck….
I was totally startled, confused, when suddenly the white noise stopped and I felt hands on me, I was taken off my place again. I was gone so far in my mind, so frustrated, so horny, so .. I cannot even describe the feeling where I found myself by now.
One I was off the bed and they peeled off the rubber, I was relieved of course, seeing him sit there watching with a big smile on his face, me looking, likely terrible from all the sweat, wrinkly skin, wet hair, exhausted from… doing actually nothing at all… I did not know you could get exhausted from doing nothing at all, at to such an extent even.
But I was happy when finally I was siting on that towel, still in chastity, still with that rod up my butt, but free from rubber and restraints, stretching here and there and feeling the ache in almost all parts of my body now from that. But… I smiled…
He asked how I felt about it, I just sat, sipping on the glass of water he had the boys bring me, then I told him:
‘It was brutal, not the rigidness, not the rubber, hell, not even that fat rod up my ass, but the constant being excessively horny and not being able to do anything about it. I pretty much lost myself in that isolation, was out of this world most of the time, but that tens unit, that’s just… pure evil.’ But I said it with a big grin on my face, no angry, just stating the facts I felt. ‘when you came up with that, I do not know if you thought about doing some good for your boy up there or doing something to make sure he is not enjoying it too much up there. it definitely does its job well, I haven’t felt that horny for such a long time ever, yet also never felt that frustrated and desperate for that long ever. (I paused a little, then added), but it is a genius device for sure.’
He laughed at that and told me that initially he thought about adding pain shocks into the program too, so it was more of a torturing the boy up there in the original thoughts, but then he thought that there is no worse yet more enjoyable torture than being kept on edge almost permanent while you’re completely ignored, unattended, left to yourself with no function at all. Obviously it worked out well, his boy confirmed, now I did too.
We talked more about the time I spent there now, everything I felt, thought, or drifted out of this world, he confirmed that his boy pretty much experienced the same in the beginning, before making this a more permanent situation he constantly made sure to verify with his boys how they coped with everything, until with this boy he could be sure that it was just what he needed and wanted.
In the meantime, the boy was dressed up in my previously worn gear, with exception of being still in a different chastity belt, since I still was locked in this one, and the other two were just done fixing him back up in the place I just spent an eternity suffering.
I looked at the boy up there long again, for some reason I could not imagine it right now, even just after having been there, but trying to see myself there like this boy almost all the time, the agony and frustration, the desperation, I was astonished this boy did what he did.
My host then asked if I think I would do that ever again if given the chance. I had to think about that, I looked at him, not sure what to reply at first, but then I told him I was not at all sure. It was a bit of both, extreme hell and extreme heaven, I love being locked, locked in rubber, locked into restraints, this was certainly a max of that, I even can learn to love chastity probably and if given no choice probably will get to learn to enjoy the plug someday too, but… I do not know if I would not miss life, miss others, miss, well doing something at all since obviously up there you’re not doing a thing at any time. Would I do it again… right now I’d say no, but ask me again in an hour or a week, I might just say yes then, I grinned from one ear to the other when telling that, I know I am greedy to dare or try or get myself into troubles when given the chance, regret is sometimes during it yet still pride myself then afterwards to have done it.
He then just blurted it out: ‘How about next time you visit, spend your entire stay there or if you dare to go further, why not take a small holiday for that purpose?’
Well, that was not expected but also not surprising. But in order to avoid an immediate answer I countered: ‘obviously that place is taken, would not want to take your boys lifetime job here.’ And I smirked.
He did not have to hesitate with his answer: ‘For one, who says there can be only one of those items in my home, then also he took the function of side table while you were up there which is just like it, so there are more ways to be a part of the house furniture and you bet I will not mind having more of those in the house.’
Touché, I thought. Then I told him that it sure is worth thinking about, next time I can visit I will have an answer very likely. He grinned, but devilish, then said it was time to get that rod out of my ass, to which I fully agreed, that ass would take many days to feel normal again after the last few days being filled like that.
He took his key and had me just bend forward right here, unlocked the latch and pulled out that rod, being just one diameter made that less painful than it was it the plug last time, still, the relief of it being out was great, even if at the first moments of walking to the bathroom to possible use the toilet made me feel … literally empty, but also somewhat as if something was just ‘missing’ and not right. Things one can get used to are amazing.
Of course there was noting in me to come out, so I returned to him then, expecting the belt to follow now. But then he stuffed the keys away in his pocket again, told me to sit again. He then came up with a deal he thought I might enjoy:
‘Let’s say you come to my next party, take a day off or two then, or better even take a week or two, it’s up to you. When you come here then I give you a choice, swap with one of my boys or enjoy the party, whatever you pick is fine. However, it is either or, not both, and if you swap with one of the boys, it’s from begin to end of your stay, be it the weekend or two weeks holiday makes no difference then.’
Surprise surprise, I assumed something like that would come, still I was not prepared for it. I told him I definitely want to come to another party, but the next one, when would that be then. He told me that it was two months from now, so time enough for me to plan a day or more time off.
I thought briefly, indeed, in that time I could plan some time off, since I had not taken any holidays yet, I had a good chance of getting a longer time off work easily even. But would I want to spend it in that or similar way or rather to finally get to use his basement to the fullest, he said it cannot be both, so I would have to choose one over the other.
But that was not something I could make up my mind about right now, so I told him: ‘by the time I come here, I will have an answer to what I would prefer, how long ahead however do I have to let you know if it is a weekend or a longer stay then?’
He waved that question off, there was no need to preplan a longer stay. Half of the time he worked from home and the boys take care in his absence as well of whatever is needed, there is plenty space here for a guest to stay as long as he wants also.
I said that it was a deal then, I will come to his next party, by then we will see what it will be, how I will want to spend my time with him here. He grinned wide, said he was happy to hear, but in order to make sure I stand by my word, he decided that it might be best if I am not released from that belt, it seemed to fit perfectly fine, having that time without the distraction of constantly jerking myself will make it much easier for me to find a good choice. I protested right away, he cannot expect me to spend two months in that belt, the frustration will be over the hill by then, but he insisted, then even made it serious, either I accept or I would no longer be invited, ever…
Fuck… I definitely want to come here again, basement or otherwise, he really wants me to stay locked by him until I return, that would be hell to me… but … I want… but.. shit … then finally I bowed my head and silently said ‘ok then’.
He responded: ‘So it’s agreed, you stay locked in that belt until you return, and I hope you will bring plenty time with you then just in case you choose what I certainly would prefer you to choose…’
Again I said: ‘Ok then, I will hate you during these two months for sure, but it’s a deal. And yes, I will think about making it more than a weekend.’
He smiled, with that in the bag he then said it would be time anyway for me to get going, so I should get dressed and see him downstairs.
I went into that guest room that I had hardly used, sitting on the bed I did not at all sleep in, grabbed my undies and pulled them up, looking at that piece of steel locked on me that will not come off any time soon now, how stupid am I to agree to that, shit… socks, jeans and tee followed, the jeans slightly too tight, barely closing it on top of that steel on my hips. Then I grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
He stood in the hallway and smiled, told me it’s barely noticeable, and by the time I got back I would not even think about it being on me anymore for sure. I countered that I definitely would notice and swear about it every day, all the way until I came back here. We both then however laughed about that.
He wished me a good and safe trip then and I made my way out, to the car and left.
On the hours driving home there was a lot to think about, the whole extended weekend was so different from what I had in mind on my way to his place, but it wasn’t a bad one, it was just so not what I thought it to be. Moreover, I fucking stupidly agreed to keep that belt locked on me, why did I do that then …
I kept focusing on traffic then, I would have two months to think about a lot anyway.
I slept badly that night, mostly from the attempts to get hard failing constantly of course, that would be hell for the coming time for sure, I just hoped I would get used to it enough to at least get sufficient sleep to be ok at work.
Well it did get better over the weeks, but with it also the frustration grew, I was horny a lot, attempted to get somehow to my dick without success many times, there was just nothing I could do, that piece of steel was unforgiving. Of course it impacted a lot as well, I had a few sessions with other boys, but being locked… well they had the fun and I had less of it, so I actually stopped having them around not to cause even more frustration. However I still had not made up my mind what I would pick when I see him again.
6 weeks into the time then bad news at work. They usually call it ‘reorganization’, but well, it is just firing people to make more profit. However they did at least not just fire people but encouraged people with a nice package to voluntarily leave, and it was truly a nice package. I did not look to leave, I liked my job, but then that package was tempting, though I would have to find another job of course, but with that package I could make it a while, hey, and extended lazy holiday with no worries about money was surely in then.
Then it hit me… what if…
I went to my computer and sent the message right away. I told him about the situation and if I chose to volunteer, I might have a couple months at hands before starting a new job, question was if he would actually be able and want to host me not just a week or two but a little longer.
After it was sent I sat back, then again it hit me… what did I ask for here, stay with him such a long time pretty much indicates more than a weekend party, and given his ‘one or the other’ only option, he would expect me to …. Shit… was I really willing to go there?
While thinking about it his answer already came into my mailbox, I was nervous, what would he say or expect now …
I read it then: ‘Of course you are welcome to stay as long as you want, but (and as I feared….) you know the deal, if you choose the party it is the party only and the remainder of the time you will have to find something to keep yourself entertained, if you choose the swap, you might not enjoy your time here as much as you might think. Either way, no worries about how long you will want to stay, you are welcome here.’
Well, of course he referred to that now, but he did not seem to narrow it down to weekend of party or months of objectification, I still could just have a fun party and stay nevertheless then, saving me a lot money, maybe allowing me to extend my holiday even a little more then. I was relieved and watched a little TV then before it was bedtime, meaning a last mail check as always.
But then I saw another mail from him arrived: ‘Thinking about it, the offer stands, your pick, but… if you are indeed out of work at that time and have not yet found another job, maybe you enjoy it actually more than you expect, it would maybe be a chance to make it a more steady situation then. My headboard sculpture just had its regular time of cleaning and that gave me chance to talk to him, afterall he has been up there now for almost a year already and I thought he might enjoy a change to table service permanently. That of course means I soon have an ugly empty space over my headboard to fill, think about it, maybe you want to take that place for more than just a few months.’
Wow, shit, that went quite quick to more than just the temporary fun situation. It was fun and hell at the same time, neither part outweighing the other, so maybe… would I, could I, fuck… why did he say that now…
I slept badly thinking too much about it now, and that evil steel on my dick did not help getting anywhere either, strangely thinking about being stuck up there made my dick act much more than I wanted, but the endless isolation and desperation, I would not be so sure about handling it well.
However, regardless of what I may or may not do, I decided to accept the package and leave voluntarily, calculating it through, a while at his place for free, being careful with the spending, I could last without money troubles for about 8 months for sure, by then I should have a new job easily, I never actually had trouble finding one in the past.
Two days later I packed my stuff in the office and said my goodbyes, a weird feeling to leave work knowing I will not come back here, but it was what it was. Back home then I stuffed the items away and sat on my couch, what now … I was a guy who just worked all his life, having a couple months ahead now, what will I keep myself busy with… well it will be an early night tonight, tomorrow I will see further. That night however once again, thoughts spinning about something completely different and my dick… well suffering again.
The next morning then I decided to mail him..: ‘I know it’s a week earlier than planned, but I am basically bored at home now, chose to accept the package and have a lot of time at my hands, would you mind if I come visiting a week earlier?’
It did not take long for his reply, basically saying no problem, any time, I could get into my car right now if I wanted. Well… that planted that idea right there. I spent an hour in front of the TV thinking of what else I might want to do, then I just said, ‘fuck it’, got up, stuffed a suitcase full of my fetish wear and some toys and got into the car, off I was.
Day traffic was worse, but still in the late afternoon I rang the bell at his gate and was let in. this time he said to park my car in his garage, since I would obviously stay a while.
Once inside, one of his boys brought me a good fresh coffee and we talked. Why I chose to take the package, explaining that it would give me quite a long time of being free without having money troubles, time to think about what job I would look for and find it then. On the other hand, I admitted I was a bit puzzled on what I would do with all that time now. Being used to work usually, having a week or two holidays is ok, but a few months means likely running out of things to do.
While telling him that I actually for a first time noticed that contraption at the side of the couch. It was basically similar on the bottom to the pedestal I was strapped on to on my second day here last time, you kneel on it, legs strapped to it, sit back on your heels, then a bar leading up along your back, but then right where your neck will be, a split platform, well a table plate, with a hole just enough for the neck and of course that bar sticks out so the head has attachment points then too. At the sides of that bar attached in the right places were some steel bars sticking to the left and right, I assumed to lock your upper arms into, just above the elbow, a bit lower then another pair of these for the wrists. Two more wide steel rings then on the front of the bar, obviously they goes around the torso, one just below the arm pits, the other over the waist, all in all, when fitting proper on to the body, keeping the boy immobilized in place there then for sure. Once again, an item, not even the furniture itself but just a part of a furniture with no other function but to look pretty.
I pointed at it, asking if that was the table he mentioned, the one the boy upstairs spent inside while I took his place, he grinned big time again, nodded, confirmed it was exactly that. He also repeated then what he told me in the mail already, the boy upstairs surely would not mind being in that more than just a few days either, but I know the dilemma that leaves in the bedroom.
I smirked… then I asked If I look at the boy upstairs again, he laughed, and said sure, but was is on his cleaning timeout at the moment again, the boys took him off just about half an hour ago. What a timing I thought, should I … nah… or…?
For totally unknown reasons, I still cannot imagine why, I blurted out that it would then be a perfect moment to get me into his gear. I laughed, making it sound like I am joking, but was I?
He tilted his head for a moment, then just countered quickly: ‘let’s not waste time then, the rubber is still warm, so let’s go.’
Fuck… I said it, and he went with it, shit … I could not back out then so easily… well, it’s a week until the party, I’ll survive… so I got up and followed him upstairs.
Once in his bed room, the empty space over the head board immediately to see, the boy in the bath room just getting gout of the shower, he did not waste any time, telling his boys to bring all the gear while he went to one of the drawers in the cupboard, returning to me and telling me to bend forward. I was still confuse of what is happening, why I was doing that, but did not hesitate for some reason, I felt it then right away, the cold of that very rod he pushed against my butt hole. Not having it filled for that long it took a lot of effort, a lot of moans and yelps, finally it passed the muscles again and slid in completely, just to immediately be locked in place.
The boys stood there already, ready to get the gear on me, the suit, still wet indeed, but a bit cold at first, in no time I was head to toe covered in it again, rubber booted again and felt the straps of that head to toe harness being applied all over my body. I took less than ten minutes, I was standing on that little step feeling them attach those chains all over again and in no time I was hanging immobilized on there, just like I remembered.
While the boys then left all together, he told me there was one small change in the past weeks, the belt of the other boy did not last as long with its embedded batteries, so he mounted hidden behind me into the wall a socket for the charger, the boys connected the tiny wire between that outlet and the newly made tiny opening in the suit to fit the inlet for the charger on the back of the waist belt, I no longer needed batteries actually up there, it was permanently powered and would definitely never run out of power now. But other than that nothing changed, so … well… he told me then before I was going to be isolated completely again, he was happy I chose this one instead of the party weekend, and since I had no other obligations at the moment, he wished me an enjoyable time up there for the coming 6 to 8 months, and if things go as he expects it, he believes strongly I would not actually look for any other job anymore as I seem to have chosen my permanent one here now already.
Fuck… while the white noise started and pushed me into total isolation again I thought about what he just said, I chose… I thought just for the week until the party is, he took it as the one choice I was supposed to make, and since I indeed had hardly any time limit set for me to return home… fuck… that was it? I am to spend the coming – what did he say, 6 to 8 months now here as this headboard ornament? And even more, make it permanent then? Not going to happen, I will have three days to suffer now and then let him know …
But then the tens started its work again and I quickly went in my mind somewhere completely different. The coming three days I had not much time to be angry, question anything or think about too much, the setting in the tens seemed to be more aggressive, well not in terms of pain, but in terms of frequency. It kept me longer on edge, worked on me longer, distracted my mind constantly, gave me little time to gras my thoughts together before starting again to drive me up in my horniness, frustration and desperation.
When the cleaning day finally was there I was exhausted, took that definitely needed shower and cleaning, taking a small dump even, not much of course and even accepting one of the boys to shove that rod back up and lock it again, I eat the prepared diet food and then finally saw him sitting there on the couch. I thought about telling him, but I was exhausted enough to just be happy to sit silently there. but he stopped that right away. Who said I could lazily sit there, time off the wall did not mean sitting comfortable on the couch, he waved the boys over who grabbed me firmly and dragged me over to a wall closet. Opening the door, it was a tiny space inside, barely wide enough for me to stand in there with my back on the wall. Mounted into the wall however a lot of shackles, neck, upper arms, wrists, thighs, over knee and ankles. They were snap locked shackles, so still puzzled they easily shoved me inside and in seconds all shackles were snapped shut, I could just stand there now.
The he told me; ‘Time out is to have the skin breathe for a while, clean up, take a dump and eat al little, that is the only function of that time out. You have another 4 hours and 20 minutes before you go back up into your proper place, the closet is ventilated, but no need for you to be roaming around out here, it’s not that you stop being that house inventory in that time either. So the boys will get you ready in a couple hours, I won’t be here again usually during that process, I usually will see you only when you are up there where you belong.’
With that the door closed and I was in the dark again, alone with myself, just naked, well except the steel belt, just .. again.. waiting… I could not hear anything from outside either, he might still be there or not, I would not know… but when I am out, I will tell him !
The hours passed slow, but it felt good to have air on my skin in that time, when the door opened, the boys were back to seal me up again, but … I wanted to tell him… so I protested, told them to fuck off and let me talk to him… but …
The shocks I received booth ends immediately were extremely painful, I fell on the floor, cramped up, yelped, barely got the air needed to breathe, screaming was hardly possible. It lasted forever, at least that was what I thought or felt. When it stopped it took me some time, panting heavily, but finally I got to sit up and looked up, one of the boys holding the suit up, the other holding a remote in his hands… shit … they were under orders not to let me choose any different but to go back where I belong, and if need be, enforce that…
That pain was too much, I would in no way want that again, risk getting it again, so I chose the lesser – well at this moment at least – trouble and worked with them to get me back suited and strapped up for another three days of agony and extasy at the same time.
This repeated then, he no longer was present during my cleaning and air break, the boys took me off, assisted on the clean, shit, feed, locked me in that wall closet and then after the total of 5 hours were passed got me suited and hooked up in place, I resisted two more times, both answered without hesitation with each time longer and harder pain punishments, I gave up resisting then, even if I wanted to try to run or attack the one with the remote, I would not get close enough before cramping down on the floor in excessive pain again.
So yes, I of course missed the party, didn’t hear a thing, well other than white noise, I haven’t seen him in person for… well, how long is it actually now… weeks? Months? I know every third day I have my timeout, but how many of those did I have now? I lost my resistance in general, it has become routine during the time outs and it has become… well… I still fight on that, heaven or hell up there, I cannot remember a single moment right now where I wasn’t extremely horny, extremely frustrated about not being able to ‘get to the final’ and extremely desperate to even just once touch my dick in some way. But trying to focus and think about it, do I really dislike any time up there despite all of it, or do I actually enjoy that predicament I live every day of every week for whatever long time now already. I gave up trying to find out, I was again up there and … well… enjoying it?
One day then, just when I came out of the storage in the closet again, he sat there again, what a surprise, I smiled however, so did he. Having me stand there he asked how I felt, if I was angry, disappointed, upset, or the opposite.
I waited a moment, trying to focus on it, then I said: ‘I do not know, I am not angry at all, I do not feel upset, and I do not feel disappointed either. I am desperate and frustrated for sure, but also constantly excited, as you said a long time ago, I did shoot some sperm into the suit quite a number of times, but it does not take away that constant horniness, and with it strangely also that exciting feeling I seem to be in most of the time. To be honest, I am even missing it when I am ventilating in the closet over there, waiting and actually wanting to be back up there quickly again. I do not know how to describe it, but… I feel … ok?’
He smiled, then continued: ‘I am glad to hear that, I know you had a little trouble in the beginning to realize what the best is for you, but I think you have found your place now.’ He then waved the boys over to start getting me up there again and while they dressed and strapped me up he just sat there watching with a smile. Once I was all up there in my proper place he kept talking: ‘I told you that things might go the way I predicted and you actually would not want to be anywhere else. I counted on that and did take needed actions in the past months, it’s been 7 months since you went up there now. I have in the meantime dissolved your existence back at your former home, got rid of everything you had there, closed all contracts and affairs and even got your relocation registered.
I think it should be very clear by now that you won’t be leaving this spot above my bed anymore, it’s your function, and it’s the only function you will ever have now. However, you might be happy to hear I am working with a few guys on the obvious problems of still having to take you off there regularly. I have a couple good friends, doctors, physicians, tech gurus, the issues to solve are not all a problem, and I use the money from your accounts to get that done, so that money comes to a good use for yourself at the end.
The issues we have to tackle are skin ventilation, that one is actively worked on already, a special suit is being developed and tested, it’s a lot thicker than your current one, but it has inner tubing embedded in the rubber, proper done and connected it might allow regular airflow inside and maybe even flushing it out, we’re still in the testing on that.
The feeding will not be much of a problem we found out, a proper feeding tube down your stomach will allow all sorts of meshed or blended food to be pushed down there, but the body waste then needs to be solved still, a catheter is the easy part, the solid waste though is still in planning phase, there might be an option to pump something up your butt to dissolve it and once fluid it might be easy to be pumped out, but as said, that’s a more difficult one and still work in progress. But you can be assured, the guys are on it and it will be just a matter of time before it all works, that’s the day I look forward to, that’s when you actually will never have to come off that spot up there. So, soon, boy, soon.
But even now already, I just wanted to tell you that everything has been sorted out already, no need to further talk, so this was the last time you saw or heard me, and soon enough there will not be a need for those time outs either anymore. I look forward to that, I hope you do too, as you won’t have much say in it anyway.
So I hope you enjoy your new function as much as I enjoy every night sleeping here under it. Goodbye, boy!’
Fuck, white noise and tens at the same time started, making it hard to think and focus. He was right that It seemed I felt right up here by now, but.. 7 months already? Really? And… nothing back there to return to anymore, he sealed it into a permanent future? He did not even ask, he just… fuck… that tens, fuck, I need to cum, fuck, this is soooo horny … fuck… what was I just thinking ? Ahhh, fuck, please I need to cum ….
Well.. I do not know if he actually ever lets anyone else see his bedroom, but if you know that guy with the fantastic house and basement throwing regular paly parties, maybe ask him if there isn’t some interesting decoration hanging over his bed. Else I am afraid no one will ever know where I am and neither will I ever see or hear anyone else or feel any touch from anyone again… ahh fuck… I am soooo horny….
A nice long weekend ahead, I love it when there is a Thursday or Tuesday public holiday and you can just add one day to make it a really long weekend. Next to that I also was able to end my Friday today at noon already. Even more, one of the guys I chat with for ages already finally invited me to one of his weekend parties, up to now it was always difficult, he lives a 6 hour drive away and for a one nighter alone that’s quite a stressful drive then. This weekend though, I’ll leave here now and will be at his place just before dinner time and he told me I could stay at his for a couple days if I wanted, the party anyway lasted all weekend.
I packed a few items, some army, some leathers, some rubber, well, that last one failed, I picked my short suit and found that it’s zip was broken, so instead I just took a rubber tee, depending on what the rest of the guests will be wearing I might change throughout the weekend accordingly. Some essentials then also stuffed into the bag and off I went for a long drive.
Traffic was surprisingly ok, having a big fast car helps also getting the left lane freed up easier. Nevertheless, with one small coffee break and gas refill I arrived at shortly before 7pm at the address. It was a nice large house, a huge garden all around the house, fenced with a quite tall wall all around, I thought that’s perfect, nice privacy even in the garden, but the general size of house and surroundings was impressive. I rang at the gate and it was opened, being told to park the car on the left side of the house. Driving there I saw a number of cars standing, obviously I was not the first even though the party would start only at 9pm officially.
I grabbed my bag and went to the door, already greeted there by him, he was in real even more handsome than I knew from his images, a guy in his mid-50s, tall, a little bearish, from handshake and tone clearly a Man of the house. This was quickly even confirmed as immediately a slim smaller, well about my size, guy in head to toe rubber passed aside him and grabbed my bag, I was told he will bring it up to my room for me. So that was his boy then, he told me a lot about him, now I will finally meet that one too.
We went through the house then, inside as impressive as outside, a brief explanation on what is where, bathroom, my guest room, kitchen, then we passed through a large living room to the back of the house, outside into the large garden there. It was great too, two small sheds in the far corners, a few trees, a pool, two quite large seating areas, a BBQ not far from that, a large buffet built up on the side also, behind it… hmmm… that boy was on the way up or not yet back from taking my bag up, behind the buffet though another full rubbered boy seemed to be ‘on duty’ and on the opposite side of the seating areas a small bar was built up, two more rubber boys there obviously taking care of drinks then.
In the seats and couches were already a few guys, a general introduction followed, some I knew from online, some were new, all quite interesting guys, some alone, some with their boys by their side, two of them though told me I would meet their boys later, they already were stored in the basement awaiting the party to start. That sounded quite horny to me, I was curious and looked forward, well of course was even more curious to see that basement I heard so much about over time already and now would be finally not just see but also get to use during that party.
A few snacks and a drink or two later then the host brought another arrival, well, lead him by a leash actually. He introduced him as well, a long time friend of his sent the boy to the party since he himself was not able to join this time. The look was exciting, full rubber, a thick rubber mask with eye, nose and mouth holes, a what I assumed pod suit then, one where you have your arms folded over your chest inside the rubber, no arm sleeves on the top but a proper shorts part of that suit, usually not possible to get out of by yourself, a wide rubber belt right under his crossed arms around his waist, keeping those arms up high and not wandering down inside the rubber, but also holding up the straps attached to some massive industrial waders then on the legs of that boy, you could see the steel caps embedded in the boots, red accents on those parts placed a highlight on those too.
He was introduced as ‘four’, the name his Owner had given him, being one of many boys he had. He was unable to understand or speak our language, but that was irrelevant as he was anyway not allowed to talk, his purpose throughout the weekend was just to be a decoration and possibly a mouth to use once in a while, no other parts of the boy were accessible anyway.
The host ‘parked’ the boy then as nice visual decoration kneeling next to the bar before being back with us for some more chat. I told him I certainly liked the appearance of that guest boy over there, joked I should have someone prepare me accordingly next time and send me here like that too, we laughed but he said I should consider that then, he would not mind at all.
A drink or two later then people had moved slowly into the basement, in-between a few more arrived and joined there already also. With just me and the host left sitting there and finishing the last drink, he said we should join as well, I must be definitely curious to see that basement finally and enjoy it. I nodded, of course I agreed to that, wo we got up and went towards the house, not without me giving that boy still kneeling next to the outside bar a long glance with a smile.
The host did notice that and stopped, looking at me he asked if I am interested in the boy, I can use him if I wanted to, of course just his mouth is available, but I might just as well only keep him leashed around me, he was here all weekend. I looked at that boy again, then back to the host and said: ‘Actually, I was more thinking about hos it would be to be inside all that (pointing at the boy then), not so much about taking him with me downstairs.’
He grinned, telling me that I really was into that idea as I mentioned earlier. I nodded, told him someday I will find someone to sent me here like that or similar.
The host then looked around, back at me then he said that nobody is here, everyone was downstairs already, so it would be a pretty good chance of swapping outfits with the boy. I was about the same size, the boy might enjoy my leathers while I can spend some time in that rubber and nobody would know about the swap.
That was a surprise offer, but curious as I was, or maybe better, horny as I was about seeing that boy in that rubber I did not really think ahead, just asked if he was serious about it, if that actually was an option, he just laughed and told me, now or never, take a pick. I could not let that one pass so just blurted a quick ‘of course I want’ towards him.
He whistled towards the bar and waved the boy over, he finally got up from his knees and joined us, just to follow us then inside the house, then into what seemed to be his ‘office’ room, a desk, a couch and table, shelves, still a rather large room. He closed the door to make sure nobody will disturb us and then grabbed the belt around the boys waste to open it, before doing so however he looked at me and said: ‘Beware, it an all or nothing swap’ to which I just grinned and said that I was not expecting it any different.
I was then told to strip completely while he removed that belt on the boy’s waist, had him take off those waders and then assisted him out of the pod suit, just to reveal another full suit underneath. I was already naked to helped out then also, pulling off the heavy thick rubber hood, opening the back zip of the other rubber suit and pealing the boy out if it. Another surprise waited though, the boy was wearing a chastity belt underneath, one of those full belts, tube behind front shield, but also a bar from front to back between the legs and… well attached to that a plug locked in also.
He unlocked that belt and with it then the plug as well came out, I checked that belt quickly, a very thick waist belt on the back side, almost an inch thick, I asked why and got a smirk back, I would find out soon, making me even more curious. But I also noticed the tube was ridiculously tiny and thin, my current semi hard would not get in there for sure, again a smirk from the host, some ice would solve that. He went to the bar inside one of the closets and came back with a handful ice cubes, telling me to bury my dick in those until the needed effect was reached.
Ice on the dick, I hated it, but that had the needed impact then rather quick, after a few minutes standing on the towel he placed under me for the water drops my dick shrunk, even smaller than usually when soft, I hated that cold enough to cause that.
That was the moment the host said with a laugh that it was time to get that belt on before my dick rethinks the situation, I had to laugh as well, it would not last long for sure once I removed the left over ice cubes.
Quickly that waist belt went over my waist, while holding it he pulled the front shield up between my legs, quickly smeared a handful lube on my tiny dick, the tube itself still lubed up from the boy wearing it, before I knew it my at the moment shrunk dick disappeared in that tube completely, but barely fitting, I thought when it goes back to the usual soft state it already would be completely filling that tube with no space to expand anywhere. The front shield and the ends of the waist belt were joined then and with a loud click locked, that belt was tightly sitting on me now, pressing my junk with the tiny tube close to my body between my legs as well. The shield was rather flat in the front, no bulge would be seen once trousers were on top of it.
But of course, the plug was still missing. It was luckily not the biggest one, but still would take some effort for me, I am not the one used to the big tools back there. The plug itself was about 5 inch long, at its widest maybe 2,5 inch wide, however the base was not much smaller, maybe 2 inches wide, definitely bigger than the toys I was used to. It was no surprise then that it took a huge amount of lube and quite a long time for him to be able to work it into my butt, constant moaning accompanied those efforts and a quick loud yelping then once the widest part passed the muscles and with that settled the plug inside. I felt incredibly filled, the base being that wide would not let me forget that one for a second. On the base of the plug attached was a small metal plate, on it a sort of two metal lead parts in the middle along the entire plate which would basically match the bar from the belt between my legs, in the middle of that on both sides raised a little, two small holes there. Once that plate is aligned underneath the bar between my legs, those two holes stand out just enough to pull a small padlock in them, efficiently keeping that plate then attached to that bar. While it actually allowed that plate to move a little up and down that bar, depending on how I would bend around, it effectively kept that plate anchored to that bar and with it the plug right where it was also.
All that working on my butt made me a little horny, well at least the feel of horniness was there for a moment before my dick found out that it is not possible to do anything with it. That tiny tube it was locked in did not allow any expansion, the tightness of the belt on me did not allow ay up or down movement, no swelling up as he would normally do, instead just utter discomfort happened, causing me to quickly focus on something lese to be able to stand up straight again without pain. That belt did its job well for sure.
I had to ask, how long was the boy in it before me then, the host laughed, he could not tell so he asked the boy in whatever language that may have been. The boy, just standing there (in actual proper posture) watching us then answered and the hose translated it into 8 months. Wow, that’s quite something I said, the host then talked to the boy again briefly who then started getting dressed in all my stuff I had left on the couch.
The host attended me again then. Time for the first suit. He had me sit on a towel on the couch then, the boy who in the meantime quickly was dressed in my stuff, not that much, just some jockstrap, socks, leather pants, leather shit and tall boots to slip into, assisted now also.
The suit was a one piece with gloves, hood and feet attached, a zip on the back, from top of the hood about halfway down the back was the entry point. It was still wet from the boy, some lube and certainly some sweat, but that made it easier to slip into.
Getting my feet down the sleeves first, a bit of a work as it was tight and took a while to get the air pass out and my feet proper settled in the attached rubber feet, each of them then pulled one of the legs all up to the top of thighs and smoothened all out, then pulling the suit further up over the belt, my his, up the torso before I was to get my arms into the arm sleeves. Similar efforts needed with the attached gloves, being tight it collected the air, making it pass and get my fingers all inside took a little but we managed, only now I notices that even though the attached gloves had fingers, those were actually sort of glued together, I could have a flat stretched out hand, but not move my individual fingers, a nice interesting way I thought, not mitts yet still restricted.
They pulled the arms sleeves up and the suit over my shoulders then, I bent down my head a little so they could pull that attached hood over it, align the holes where they needed to be and then the host zipped the back shut, from the mid back up between shoulders, over neck and then to the top of the head. With every inch of closing the zip the suit got tighter on me, at the end my second skin was fully closed and sitting tight all over me. Eyes and mouth were visible, the rest was in black rubber now, well with some steel underneath it.
The pod suit was to follow now. Again with a zip on the back, but being just shorts it was easy to step inside, have them pull it up over my hips, feeling that extra layer of tight rubber there even with the steel belt under all of it, then sorting the front torso part I noticed the inner sleeve construction there. It was just an extra rubber sheet, thick however, mounted between to the chest part on the inside of that suit. I had to basically insert each arm from the side into that and then cross them in front of my chest, once that was done it allowed that suit to be pulled up, over my shoulders again and then the zip on the back to be closed all up to the high collar at the pod suit. It was not too tight, but tight enough to keep in place and keep my arms fixed in their crossed way in front of my chest. I grinned, told him that it was an interesting one, an alternative straight jacket basically, we both laughed in agreement on that.
The waders followed then, getting my first leg into the right one, requiring a little extra pull to get my feet into the boots, they were pretty much exact the size and I always usually took a size larger to be able to slip in easier, those ones now would just sit correctly tight on my feet. The second boot followed and with both all the way up to my thighs, he finally took that wide rubber belt, looped it through the straps attached to the outside of each wader and then applied it above my hips, tightening it nicely, it would not slip down for sure, and being just below my folded arms giving those support as well to not be able to push those arms further down, not that the inner sleeve there would have allowed much pushing down already.
Finally the last item then, the hood. Well maybe I better call it helmet. It was made of at least 5mm thick rubber, anatomically shaped, re quired quite some effort to be pulled apart on the back enough to slide over my rubbered head and settle on my head then, making sure it aligns with the needed holes meant I found out that the nose holes had small tubes on the inside, those needed to be stuck up through the already present hood’s nose holes and would ensure there is good airflow up the nose, but I also found out that the eyes were covered with lenses on the inside also, a little tinted, still allowing me to see, but rather blurry only. Once all was proper aligned, a thick heavy zip on the back of that hood was pulled down and tightened it proper around my head, a head now having a different face with this molded rubber on it. The only uncovered part now was the sufficiently large mouth hole, displaying my lips, and by the size of that hole, well it was one of the mentioned purposes that the mouth was available for use…
I was hot and sweaty, well some of the sweat probably was from the boy before, in agony with regards to my dick trying to find any kind of space, moaning from that fat plug locked into my butt and of course, the feel and smell of the fantastic rubber all over me now did not really make it any less troublesome for my chastity.
He led me over to the side where a mirror was mounted to the wall and I looked at myself, well… I looked at what that boy looked like exactly about half an hour ago. There was no way to tell the difference, take a picture and send it to his Master and he would believe his boy is inside all of this still suffering. I smiled and told him just that to which he replied we should test that statement.
He told me to kneel down in the right posture in the middle of the room just like the boy did at the bar, then he took his mobile and made a call. I did not understand much of what they talked, but at some point he pointed the cam of the mobile towards me, he actually had a video call with the boy’s Master and showed him the boy kneel there… well me kneeling there pretending to be that boy. with some laughing they continued for a while talking before he swung the cam over to the actual boy, standing there in proper posture, but in my leathers. The host then handed the phone to that boy and they talked briefly, again nothing I understood other than probably a few ‘yes, sir’s’ amongst that before they hung up.
The host told me then that initially indeed the Master would not have guessed that someone else was under all those layers, but he told him then what we did and why, me actually being too curious to pass the opportunity. However the boy will have to face some consequences for getting out of it without his Masters permission, but that was for when he returned back home, in the meantime the Master gave the boy permission to enjoy both, the weekend party and me, I wondered then what that latter would mean…
The host then handed the boy something, it turned out to some a sort of small remote. The boy then came towards me and stood in front of me, shouted a sort of command I did not understand a few times, the host then told me that it meant for me to stand up, they talked briefly, the host explained that speech was not an option obviously, hand signs would rather be the way to communicate. Then he told me that the boy would show me a few remote control commands I should memorize, still me wondering what that meant.
Then I felt it, the moment the boy hit a button on the remote, my dick vibrated one short times, at the same time the boy pointed up, I was to get up. Another push on the button, two short vibrations, he pointed down, meaning I was to get on my knees again. He repeated that several times, me following the commands accordingly. One vibration, up, two vibrations, kneel. Then the boy went to the corner of the room, a push on a button, three vibrations, he waved me, the host explained it, come to him, wherever he may be at that time. So far so good, one, two and three vibrations. The hos had to translate a few more things, I was to stay with the boy, within a few feet at all times, unless he pointed to a spot, I was to stand there then or unless he used the vibrations to get me up or down or walk towards him. Again, quite easy.
The boy in the meantime was on the other side in the corner and pushed the three vibrations, I did not react right away as I was still expecting more translation form the host, then… well… another push on a different button and I almost screamed, immediately went down on my knees from the pain I felt in my dick. The host laughed, telling me that was punishment for not following the command immediately, so I knew now what would happen if I did that again. Basically I was given to the boy for the weekend to do his bidding based on the remote control or his hand signs and if I messed up – which would be likely whenever he would order something I did not understand, I would feel the punishment immediately. Wow, that is going to be a tricky one I said – just to be hit immediately with another long painful shock. I had no idea why and looked at both, the host then just grinned – I guess it’s the part of the ‘all or nothing’, the boy was not allowed to speak at all, so I guess that applies to you now, since you have taken his place. Well I am sure you two will have quite some fun over the weekend, I guess time to join the others downstairs.
Well, all or nothing indeed, so the no speaking was obviously now mandatory for me, then again, it would also guarantee nobody down there would realize the difference of me now being sealed in here.
We went downstairs, and despite having more or less just blurry vision, not really doing better in the rather dim lights down there, I still was impressed, the space was huge, several large rooms, a bar, seating areas, and … pretty much any toy and tool I can imaging to have fun with all over the place, most of which were in use already by the others on the party.
I walked aside the boy as expected from me, tried to not loose him while he walked all over the place checking out everything, watching others in their plays, at some point the two vibrations… I almost missed it, but immediately went on knees right there and stayed while the boy went further around. I could at least watch also others having fun, not that it did me any good, the plug was a disaster, stimulating my prostate while my dick fought for non-available space, frustration guaranteed, yet all I could do was watch the fun others had while I got more hot and sweaty by the minute in the rubber here and got more frustrated with ever look around I had seeing every horny play and device I wanted to actually use myself, or have used on myself.
I was suddenly caught by three vibrations, shit… almost missed that too, I got up and … fuck where is he… I had to look around and could not see much with blurry and slowly even with sweat more covered lenses over my eyes, I walked around in an attempt to find him just to be hit my that pain shock suddenly, it took obviously too long for me to find him and he abused that power given by his Master now, I finally saw him approach while I barely recovered from that harsh shock he applied just before and the big grin on his face confirmed that he definitely enjoyed what he just did.
Well the evening went on, more walking at his side standing around at designated spots, kneel around, being teased by having to come to him without knowing where he was, he did that on purpose for sure and my dick had to suffer for it quite a number of times. Then again, every time it happened I had at least a while long a break form that dick trying to find space in its prison, well at least for a short while then before I felt horny again.
The boy even made sure to feed me regular some water, given the sweaty rubber in was in that was very welcome, and him being the normal subject stuck in it certainly knowing that fluids do well to the ‘rubber toy’.
Of course the inevitable had to happen also, after having been left for a while kneel in a corner, the boy came back and stood right in front of me, unzipped his (my) leather pants and pulled out his dick, quite obvious, he was horny, not just from everything going on around here, that boy was locked in that belt I had on me for 8 months, I could not even imagine… well, he did not wait at all, just pushed his rock hard and not too small dick onto my mouth and when I did not immediately react on it, he shouted something I did not understand but holding the remote in his hands kind of told me … I of course made sure that would not happen, his dick then fucked my throat, abused my mouth, not without me trying to work with my tongue to ensure he gets the most out of it. It took not too long before he screamed out in ecstasy while his juices, and there were plenty of them, spurted down my throat.
I had not noticed as I was busy with his dick abusing my throat almost to the extent of me throwing up a few times, a few other guests were now standing around us and… well… once the boy withdrew his dick from my mouth he waved to the others to feel free to join him… and it was no surprise that moments later the next dick was ducking my mouth already.
For the next almost half hour several guys – one after the other, not leaving me much break to grasp some air in-between, fucked my mouth, some quick, some took really long, some average and some large dicks, I did not even notice their faces, all in all I had about ten loads of sperm down my throat by now when finally it seemed the last was done, just to find the boy again stand there, his still – or again rock hard dick out of the leather pants again and he enjoyed my mouth a second time, just this time he took his time.
He kept thrusting, making me choke a lot of times, just to slow down in-between a little, and then go full on again, varied speed and depth of his thrusts on and on, I think he alone took now almost twenty minutes of constant fucking my mouth and throat before he finally, to my relief, screamed out again and shot another huge load down my throat once again. He sure had some catching up to do I thought …
After that the evening continued as before, walking next to him, standing where he left me, kneeling around, spurting towards him and failing to be on time, he kept enjoying that a lot, as little ‘action; as it may have been, he had definitely fun with it, unlike me suffering quite a bit by now, the heat, the sweat, I pissed into he rubber twice, my throat aching, my butt aching, my dick, not even wanting to think about the torture it undergoes continuously in this tiny prison. To me it was time for the evening to end, have a long shower and call it a night.
Instead however… he took care of my drinking for sure, but he also offered my mouth to pretty much every one of the guests, Masters and slaves alike, and of course a few of them did not even hesitate to make use of that.
When it finally calmed a little, slowly people disappearing into their rooms obviously, the boy took me as well upstairs again, up the first floor then and into a guest room. I saw my bag there on a side table waiting for me, so it was the room I was supposed to be in, would I share it with the boy then ?
I did not have to wait much. The boy opened my bag, I thought about protesting, then again there was not much inside, a few toys and clothes… he took out my collar, also found my gag and my full head gasmask in the bag, aside of taking out the loop of rope I also packed.
He then stood in front of me and without talking pushed that gag into my mouth, my favorite to use, not necessarily on myself tough, padded, very wide and rather thick, it fills your mouth pretty well and keeps your tongue pressed down well also. He buckled it shut behind my head and then immediately started pulling that full head gasmask over my rubbered, double rubbered even, head. Since I made sure the lenses of the gasmask were blacked out, this now remove my sight completely, once he had it in place and sipped it shut on the back I was in total darkness. He then pulled the collar around my neck and buckled it shut, immediately then pulled on the d-ring on its front, I had to follow his lead.
He lead me to the bed, but not getting me into it but having me lay down on my back next to it, once I was laying flat he started pushing, indicating me to move, shoved my body to the side, he in fact shoved me under the bed. Once I was deep enough under it he used a piece of the rope and knotted it on to the d-ring on the collar first, then knotted the other end of the rope to the underside of the bed. He then moved to my feet, grabbed another piece of rope, tied my ankles tight together and then used the leftover end of the rope to tie those also to the underside of the bed right there, my feet were probably about an inch off the ground now.
With my neck tied on one side, my feet on the other, all I could do now was lay there flat as I was, no hands or arms available, no sight, no speech, I was helpless like hell, well, even more helpless as I was all evening already in this outfit. Then of course, as I expected, he no longer paid attention to me and just got undressed himself and went into the comfort of the bed I was supposed to sleep in…
It was an uncomfortable night for sure, sore butt, fighting dick, hot and sweaty rubber, laying in the piss floating inside the suit now also, hearing him actually snore in comfort above me. Not really what I had in mind when I wanted to try that outfit, I thought about a few hours of fun and then swap back, but as it seems, the boy did not make an attempt to go with that, and having heard his Master wishing him a fun weekend with me I feared the worst.
I barely slept, but I still got some rest in-between anyway despite the aching everywhere. When the boy got up he finally released me as well from under the bed, took off the gasmask hood also and I saw, well even more blurry by all the drops accumulating on the inside of those lenses, had me stand there still helpless while I could watch him take a long nice shower which I definitely envied him for, then back out here he went through the bag again and chose my full army outfit this time, put it all on, looked great I must say, thought I preferably would want to be wearing it instead right now, but being gagged made talking or asking impossible, aside of the fact that he would not even understand me either and I did not really have any way of signing communication either to tell him I wanted to swap back.
Being dressed he then took me downstairs, many others sitting out in the garden on a large table with breakfast already. The boy talked briefly to my host before the host ordered one of his boys to fetch something from the kitchen, it was my breakfast…
While the boy enjoyed a fantastic looking breakfast, I was fed some fluids, nutritious stuff, a few nuts, and at some point then the host told me that it was unlikely to get out of this prison soon, so in order to ensure the plug will not be an issue, proper fluids will be the best food for the time being for me.
I asked then what it meant, how long was I supposed to stay like that as I rather would be back in my own clothes, but that was followed by yet another and this time really long and tough shock on my dick. The boy had been watching me and noticed me talking, the host only grinned when he saw me in agony suffering the punishment for talking, then he just said that it was not up to him when the boy would go back into his own outfit and obviously the boy still was in control of everything regarding me. I panted trying to recover from that really painful shock and decided to remain silent then, the host was right, as long as I was locked into all this and the boy had that control in his possession, he was in charge, like it or not…
The party was supposed to go all weekend, I was just hoping it would not be like this for me all weekend. After they finished breakfast though the boy talked to the host for a moment before taking me downstairs again, to my surprise a few others also already were at play. I was led to the center of one of the rooms, right there was a small … well.. it looked like a sit bench, padded sides for the lower legs, straps attached there to fix the ankles and below knees in slightly spread position, one I knelt on there and my lower legs were immobilized I sat back on – or between my heels, another wide strap went over my upper thighs and kept my legs bent as they were, with that kept me sitting like that.
The boy then grabbed a plank with a lot of straps attached to it from the side and pushed it behind me into a matching spare the platform I was ‘mounted on’, this plank was about three inches wide and about an inch thick, very stable now that it was anchored, it touched my back and it went all up to just above my head. The boy then used the straps, the first went around my body just under my folded arms, one just above the folded arms then, two straps went criss cross over my shoulders down the chest to my sides and were tightened well, one strap then went over my throat. The last one then went over my eyes, it had some fur padding on the inside, once in place and tightened it not only held my head in place but also brought me back into total darkness again. I basically was strapped on to this little platform pretty much immobile now.
After that, well nothing… for I have no idea how long I was just left there, no idea what was going on around me, well I could hear moans and screams, definitely something was going on but I had to imagine, unable to see anything. Nevertheless, the imagination of it added to the total immobilization, bring in the plug, chastity and rubber, well my frustration was excessive as you can imagine, helpless left here to my own while people enjoyed what I wanted to enjoy.
However, I forgot, did not at all think about it, but there was one function still available on or with me, and someone used that now. I had no idea whose dick pushed against my mouth, but I was in no position to refuse, strapped immobile, my mouth in the right position, free to use by whoever that is.
Unfortunately that was not the only one though… I had no idea where the boy was, or if he was one of those dicks abusing my mouth during the time, but the hours passed, I was either bored from inability to do anything, frustrated from the tortures my locked up dick and plugged butt kept going through or was mouth fucked by someone. The only interruption was someone feeding me fluids in-between occasionally, other than that I do not know how many hours I spent like that, not a participant, but one of the dungeon toys down here for anyone to use.
I did actually spend all day and night there as it turns out, when I got finally released by the boy most others had already retreated into their rooms, however I was still not to be free. The night instead went exactly like the previous, he sleeping in MY comfy bed while I kept suffering under it.
The next morning then went again similar, breakfast with him back in my leathers and me still the same. After breakfast once again, I still hoped it to end now, but I found myself downstairs again, this time in another room, that one had a few artificial wooden walls mounted wit a few glory holes cut into them. The boy had me knee behind one of them, applied my collar on me and used a short chain to lock my face right close to the glory hole, it was clear what was expected, whatever dick went through that hole was mine to take care of. Another boring, sweaty, suffering day was passing. Either I was just kneeling there helpless waiting, not being attended at all or I was working on an anonymous dick shoved in front of my face through that hole. After again endless hours, I stopped estimating time the day before already I thought a little, given the time spent in this rubber outfit, I was not sure at all, but I must have been throat-fucked and swallowed at least 50 times, who knows maybe I miscounted and it was even more, but basically… the boy was introduced to use for exactly that, be just a decoration and a mouth to use, and having swapped outfits made that then part of what I became. Not exactly what I hoped for when coming here, but then again I was asking for it when I accepted the swap of ‘all or nothing’.
While everyone else had a blast once again and the night was over again, it did not stop yet for me, I slept once again tied under the bed.
The next morning however… finally… the boy started releasing me out if everything after he had his long shower. Collar off, rubber helmet hood off, I finally could see clear again, the belt around my waist came off and released the waders to be taken off, the pod suit came off and I ached like hell when starting to stretch my arms finally again, the full head to toe suit went off and I felt excited like hell to feel fresh air at my skin again.
He then pointed to the shower, not having removed the chastity yet, but I did not care too much, used that shower to the fullest, at least half an hour under nice warm water was the best that happened at the moment, well… not that I complain too much about the rest that happened before…
When I finished, toweled off and went back into the room, the host also was there, then I also realized why the chastity was not undone before, the boy did not have the keys for it. The host unlocked it then and … well… the pain was indescribable when that plug came out of my butt, I felt empty, felt something definitely missing, after all that time with it painfully stuck up there, but after using the toilet quickly then (despite not needing it, but having a feel it would be necessary), I felt definitely good again, totally free, nothing locked, nothing in or on me, though of course there was quite some aching still around, my throat was severely abused all weekend, my butt would probably ache for a couple days for sure, but my dick… free again…. And it showed of course by making use of its freedom, that was not a full hard-on, but close enough already.
Everything I was locked into all weekend still was piled there on the floor, I asked the host if I should wash it, but he waved that off, the boy would just empty the seat and piss out of it – which he did right then.
He came back out while I got dressed in my full army already, the host then said the boy had to return soon, his pickup would be here in about an hour, so better get him proper dressed again.
Everything I was locked in all weekend now went back on to the boy, having enjoyed a weekend in freedom he was quickly back in all of it, heat to toe rubbered, helpless without arms, plugged, in chastity, the anonymous toy that arrived Friday evening here. But then… the host handed me that remote… With a smile he told me then, you have about an hour time, enjoy it, then he left.
I grinned, looking at the boy, should I …
I checked the buttons, then I pressed one. Obviously it was not the one I planned, the boy cramped, yelped and fell on his knees, I shocked him quite hard, admittingly by accident, nevertheless I kept grinning… a little payback for all weekend under his torture…
But then I found the right buttons, a vibration, he got up, two, he knelt down, I kept repeating… I think I had him get up and kneel down at least 30 times, a nice work out for sure, he panted…
Then with him back on knees and me.. well the tent under my army pants was not to miss, I was rock hard, all weekend frustrated not able to get hard or get any action… it was time…
I made use of that ‘toy’ myself finally. I was rough with him, did not consider him too much right then, I fucked his mouth, his throat, deep thrusts, low ones, fast ones, slow ones, I enjoyed his mouth to the fullest up to the moment I shot my first load of the weekend right down his throat, now I was the one panting…
But I was too horny, I kept ‘exercising him a little more, up and down, faster and faster, and of course for not being able to keep up also punishing him several times, and that meant it did not take long before my dick already asked for more. Once more I abused the mouth to the fullest, being the second time it lasted quite a long time, I gave his throat a really long abuse, he choked a lot of times, I made sure he ‘just’ did not have to throw up but also made sure he would keep choking on my dick for a long time before I finally was ready to shoot another load down there, even then, once I was empty, I did not withdraw my dick, I kept it in his mouth another at least 5 minutes, as deep as he could hold it without choking. Only then I slowly pulled it out and packed it away…
I felt great, after a not so exciting surprise way of spending this weekend I got some great mouth fucks into a pretty great rubber toy at least… well, if he would stay longer I might make more use of it, but it was almost time.
I took him downstairs, this time I was the one having a great breakfast while he got fed basic nutritious fluids only, then for the remaining time before pickup he just spent it kneel next to the breakfast table.
When he got finally picked up it was a little sad, I spent all weekend ‘with’ him and kind of enjoyed that fact, not necessarily in the role I played this weekend, but … well… maybe I meet him another time here on a party again.
While most others packed up and left, I sat with the host still outside at the table, two of his rubbered boys clearing it and cleaning up now. I still had today and tomorrow off, no jury then to get back yet.
We talked about the weekend, I told him about my disappointment of not being able to make use of his fantastic basement much, well at least not the kind of use I was planning to have when I arrived. Then again, being locked into that boys outfit was a great experience I generally enjoyed, even if I did not enjoy a lot of the parts during it, my butt definitely will feel that for a long time, I laughed, but the rubber and the chastity belt were amazing, no way to get any relief in that belt, as tiny as it was built inside, the ability to walk and see, even speak, that is if I would have been allowed to, yet still totally helpless without any use of arms or hands, I’d probably enjoy owning a suit like that and a belt like that, though it takes someone to zip you into that suit, and being single that would probably be a waste of money buying something like that then as it would rarely get used on me.
He grinned when I told him all that, told me he was happy I enjoyed at least the most parts of the weekend. He was glad we finally could make it to meet and he would surely enjoy to have me here at future parties again, I nodded, if I can make it again, I will surely take that invitation.
He then asked though how I liked or disliked the whole ‘reduced to decoration’ part, that boy I swapped with for the weekend spends a large part of his service to his Owner as just that and seemed to be just where he wants to be, but it’s obviously not for everyone.
I had to confirm, it is not necessarily exciting, as long as someone pays attention, even if it was just to be throat fucked and a mere piece of play toy, but something is happening, it is ok-ish, but while nothing happens and one is just left to his own, it gets boring. I told him that though I had quite an amount of those moments, I was kept busy by a frustrated aching dick without space to enjoy, a plug that could not be forgotten a single second at all and the constant smell of rubber in my nose, added to the bondage part of the whole outfit, something I generally enjoyed, well, it could be described as both sides of the coin are there, the boredom of nothing happening but as well the excitement of the reasons and circumstances why that actually happens. What definitely gave a small extra kick was the fact that I went into the gear that was still warm and sweaty form the boy who just wore it before me, and who knows how long already was locked into it.
He laughed, telling me there is always two sides to find on everything, but he can confirm that many boys he knows that spend their fair share locked in whatever and often just left as a piece of decoration somewhere feel similar, it’s not the boredom that makes them tick, but the reason why they are unable to change that. I laughed with him, that’s definitely the good way to describe it.
He then mentioned that he believes I was planning on going home only tomorrow, so had still almost a day and a half day time here, I nodded, that was the plan indeed, I thought about leaving here after the usual rush hour of the evenings passed, so I got a smooth ride home then. I told him maybe I should check out the town, it looked like a great area here, I mean, so far all I had seen was his house, in the limited ways I was able to. We laughed, but then he countered:
‘That would be indeed an option, but how about something different. The whole deco object part and the two sides of it, and especially the swapping into the long worn outfit coming with it… would you dare to give it an extended test ride? I mean you had one just now, but with quite a lot of mouth abuse included, I talk about the truly just being a part of the furniture, a pleasant view to me in my home. And what the outfit relates to, one of my boy’s upstairs is basically just that, only once in a while he participates on chores like the other two, but for the large part he pretty much is just that piece of furniture upstairs in my bedroom. I actually gave the three boys a choice, the one who would opt for that would be the one permanently in my bedroom, the others are merely servants performing the necessary chores and errands around here. One of the two down here tried at first but begged to swap again after a few days, the one upstairs however seems to be content, he has not once indicated he would want a change. He’s in his rubber for the last three days already and due for a shower today, every three days I found out is sufficient and as you know I am aware about the feeding needed to avoid the need for other breaks as well. If you want… well maybe have a look and decide for yourself.’
That sounded interesting for the whole locked a long time part, and of course I was curious what kind of deco that boy would be, so I nodded quickly, had to see that.
We went upstairs then, passing the room I slept, well spent my nights under the bed in, at the end of the hall then we entered the master bedroom. A huge room, a massive king size bed at one end, some seating on the other end, a room to spend more than just for sleeping in probably. But… there he was…
The bed was not only king size in width and length, it also had a huge massive frame on top, four massive posts leading up to hold a top roof above the bed. And right there at the top end, spread suspended between the head end posts was a rubber body, getting closer I saw he was in a suspension harness, well a harness actually all over his body, from the bridge under the boots all the way up to the head harness and along the arms down to the mitts, straps all over the rubbered body, and each strap with plenty rings embedded, all of which then were used together with chains to create a kind of web in which he was hanging, the chains cleverly also having spanners in them to ensure a total tight spread of the body hanging in that harness. I could just let out an impressive ‘wow’ when I saw that.
He told me to check it, check the chains, the body, it was a real human in there, the chains were tight to the max, there was pretty much no movement, and looking top to bottom, he was centered right in the midst between left and right massive post but as well centered between top roof and headboard of the bed. He knew I wondered, so he told me, yes, that boy spends most of his time right three, every third day he gets off for a shower, cleaning, health check, special feeding, all in all 4 hours of the head of the bed, just to get back on there then again for the next three days. I was lucky, he was due for his shower today, so the boys will take him off in a bit and take care of the necessities then.
‘But… as I said before, maybe you would want to give it an extended test ride yourself, you got until tomorrow evening… and once that boy comes off, his warm rubber would be available to take spin on this, mind you, it also is an ‘all or nothing’ deal tough.
I was impressed, touching the warm body hidden under that rubber, asking if I could I stepped on to the bed then to reach the crotch, as expected, hard metal underneath, caressing the rubber up and down I hear some slight moans coming from the boy then, muffled though, likely not able to talk anyway either.
He then told me to follow him back down, the boys will come up here now to do their part, unless… he paused.
I felt my dick twitch, should I … again… until tomorrow is a long time… and … what else is hidden underneath, he would surely not tell either… but… it is so fucking horny… I blurted suddenly; ‘Deal!’
He grinned, he pushed a button next to the door and within seconds the two other boys came in, he told them to get going and then took me to the side, telling me that I should get stripped, and since I would not need my clothes before tomorrow, should pack them away in my guest room, by the time I was back, the boys would be almost done. I saw them quickly working already, undoing the spanners on the chains to unhook one after the other getting the boy off his chain web.
I went into the guestroom, unlaced my boots and got naked, folded my stuff, packed up everything except my street wear I would need for the ride home and then went back.
When I entered after knocking the boys were almost done indeed, the deco boy was sitting on the floor in the on suite bathroom getting the last of his rubber suit pulled off his feet right then, revealing the shiny steel of the chastity he was locked in.
The host told me that he would get that one off as well so I could be locked into it, all or nothing as he said, not that the boy would be free though, he would be locked into a different model, he hasn’t been unlocked since he started his service here a couple years ago, would not want to start today just because his gear is ‘occupied’ by someone else.
He personally unlocked the belt and his boys then took care to get it off the boy. it was a similar model to the one I spent the weekend in, looked heavier though but also quite flat on the front, hiding the existence of your junk well behind it, it had a different lock as well, no visible lock actually, a pin to push down to lock it and the key hole embedded on the side of the thick front shield, else plain shiny steel only making that front, also instead of a simple bar between the legs, it has sort of a little wider shield like strap with a hole at the butt, on it a latch, lockable of course, that would hold the plug inside but also allow the plug to come out when wanted without unlocking the belt.
Once it was off and the boy disappeared in the shower without paying any attention to us, the host told me it was time…
The other boys brought everything out into the bedroom after having emptied the sweat and piss obviously accumulated in the suit over the past days, it was still warm and wet though.
I was told then to stand still while the boys quickly applied the chastity belt on me. Waist strap around my waist, once again a rather thick waist band, he told me then that it held more battery capacity, so the time the boy spends out of his place every three days is sufficient to keep it charged, however he had not used it the past days, so it is still fully charged anyway. The boys pulled the front up then and unfortunately once again, that tube was quite tiny. I luckily was not hard at all, but still it took an extra amount of lube and effort to push my dick into that tube before the front shield and ends of the waist belt were put together and with a loud click that large pin was pushed down, sealing the lock in place and making it impossible to get that belt off.
Of course, as I feared (or not?), I was to bend forward then, the plate on the rear was moved aside. He showed it to me first though, it was not a plug, it was a steel rod, 2,5 inch diameter, 5 inch long, so similar to the plug I had locked in place, just the plug went at its base down a little, this one would not. Then I felt the cold of the dildo rod… I worked with them, but having still a quite sore ass made that not the easiest, however, with a lot of moaning and enough lube finally it passed the muscles there, and since it was evenly in diameter, it kept sliding deeper and deeper until I felt the base touch my skin. The rear plate had a small hole in the middle, the base of hat steel rod had a pin on its bottom, those two matching well into each other, so with the rear place pushed in place and snapping into its lock, that little pin fitted through that small hole and anchored that rod. Even after having been stretched all weekend, that half inch more now felt massive again, once again something not to forget a second while it is in.
Finished with the base obviously, the rubber suit followed. Once a gain a little different, it was clearly a much thicker rubber, still a bit stretchy, but much stiffer than the other suit I was locked in before. it took then also quite a lot more lube and work to get it on me, feet into the socks, well as nice touch, toe socks attached actually, getting it all up my body then took all efforts the boys could bring to it, my arms down the sleeves and into those very stiff mittens at the end of the sleeves, keeping my hands absolutely useless in a fist now, finally pulling the suit over my shoulders and then the hood.
That was a work on its own. It wasn’t just about pulling it over my head, it had a number of items embedded hat needed to be adjusted just right. Two thin tubes on the inside of the nose holes, a big longer than those I had though, so they would go quite dep into my nose, but as well the gag. It was one of those rubber mouth filling covers, basically covering every part of the mouth, the inside of the mouth top and bottom, the teeth, even lips and a space for the tongue, all in rubber, creating a rubber mouth in the mouth more or less. Such a gag prevents much noise for sure, inside though there was a tiny tube as well, leading to a tiny opening on the outside, used to feed fluids, however there were no eye openings, once that hood was in place and the zip closed there was just a nose and a tiny almost not noticeable mouth tube opening on an otherwise smooth even black shiny surface over the face, no longer a human face then, and no skin at all visible, the only outside connection being those two tubes up the nose for breathing and the tiny one for the feeding.
It was uncomfortable for sure, those tubes up my nose were a pain to get in place, so was the alignment of all the rubber inside my mouth, but the boys obviously did that every three days, so they knew what and how to make it happen despite me not being so aware where to support best on that. But once it was all aligned and in place, the zip was closed and the thick rubber tightened well around the rest of my body, I had been turned into an anonymous black rubber figurine without face, blind as a bat, unable to make more than slight barely hearable grunts, locked in a tiny chastity again and plugged with a large steel rod up my butt.
But of course, more to come. I was helped to sit down and felt the first of the tall rubber boots, I slipped my foot inside, it was luckily the right one size larger, being kind of riding boots look or officer boots look, it would be very tight to get inside otherwise, but now with enough push and pull those boots were on my feet quickly, leading all the way up to my knees. Then the harness now was next. Being totally blind I could only follow the lead of the boys when they pushed or pulled my limbs into the right direction.
Pulling that harness over my torso first, plenty straps hanging around everywhere now, they then started buckling one by one shut in the right places. Tightening the ones around shoulders and torso first, then continuing down my arms all the way to my wrists, then each of them did one of the legs, all the way down to my ankles and beyond, lifting one by one my feet to be able to also buckle shut that bridge under them. Once all was bucked shut they checked each of hose straps again and where needed tightened that one notch extra, at the end it was fitting tight on my rubbered body, yet comfortable to wear.
Time for the finale then I hear the host say, the boys leading me over to the bed now. I carefully walked, not easy when you have to trust the lead of someone for not seeing a thing, feeling the rubber move on your mode, feeling that steel rod in your butt, breathing through those little tubes as there is no other contact to the outside world, but once I was successfully helped on to the bed I was also then led to stand on a small pedestal, a clever item I had not noticed. Embedded into the headboard, you can pull it up and fold it down, allowing me then to step on it and be in a good height to start the chaining up.
Once I stood there facing forward yet not touching the back wall, the first chains got applied at the rings on my shoulders. Using the spanners in the chains then they lifted me a little higher, checked a few times to make sure I am in the right position, almost standing on my tip toed by now, finally satisfied they continued with the wrists, chaining them in place so my arms were spread about two feet away from my body. Then more chains were hooked up into every ring on every strap of the arms and spanned correctly to keep my arms even straight. Once they were done with that, the connecting chains between the lower sides of the arm straps and the rings on the torso straps followed, by spanning them then tight they created a stable rigid web of chains from posts to arms to torso, no longer allowing me to move my arms in any direction.
The midsection followed, from the straps around the torso chains leading to the posts on the side, one by one spanned tight to make sure they support the body as needed, more chains on the straps around my hips and waste then concluded that section.
Finally the legs were next, however pushing them to the left and right meant I had to let go of my support, the moment the boys pulled each leg to the side far enough I was suddenly hanging with all my wight in that harness, held up by the upper chaining in place already. They did not even look, knowing they had done a good job up there, they just then attached chains to the ankle straps and then all up to each ring on each strap all the way up the legs, adjusted them accordingly to keep my legs almost three feet apart. Chains between the inside legs then followed, from one leg to the other, spanned tightly to create once again a rigid chain web between them and make sure I cannot move those legs either way anymore. Finally a few more chains added to the sole strap, down to the headboard finished that part.
Only now they went back up and attended my head, the plenty straps of the head harness surrounding my rubber head were one by one attached by their rings to chains and those then connected to the upper and side part of the bed frame, spanned tightly again, ending up in making my head no longer able to move in either direction also.
Being finished they went off the bed after folding back that little step I was standing on initially, all that was now visible was this black shiny figurine in a mass of chains almost like hovering above the headboard.
I heard him send off the boys now, including the other one who’s place and gear I was in right now. Then he told me that the boy would not be roaming around freely for long, while I took his place he would be spending it strapped into a side table in the living room, would not want to waste a good piece of furniture by having it walk around freely.
He then encouraged me to try moving, try struggling, try whatever I wanted. I did of course, no matter what I tried however, the only ting moving was my mitted fists a little around and my feet a little around, any other part of me was kept rigidly in place inside that harness and chain web they had created. I kept trying hard, all I ended up with was getting hotter and sweatier inside the thick rubber suit and panting heavy through the small nose tubes while letting out the one or other barely noticeable grunt into the gag. I finally gave up, well the only indication of that was that my mitted fists and feet no longer moved and I slowly was breathing normal, other than that nothing had changed on the display he looked at.
He then told to some details I need to know: ‘first of all, you get fed twice a day, necessary fluids, and sufficient amount to kept you well yet not overfill your bladder. When you feel two taps on your chest, then one of the boys is in front of you and will start feeding, that means connecting a tube to the tiny mouth tube and pushing in the fluids, so be prepared to swallow then. This tap on your chest and the feeding is the only physical interaction you will have during your time up there, no other contact is made. Obviously you cannot see what is going on around you, you cannot speak, and believe me, even if you try, those slight mumbles do not even wake me up if you do. So far you can hear what goes on inside this room, the door is heavy enough to keep other sounds of the house outside, but that will change one I am done talking.
Embedded in the ear area are small wireless speakers. They would not provide any enjoyable sound quality for music or speech, but their sole purpose is to feed white noise into your ears, loud enough to lock out any other noise that may happen around here, again you can believe me, even if I start shouting you won’t hear that. That means that you will be completely isolated, immobile and untouched for the time spent up there, just like any other item in the room, just a piece of decoration with no other function but to please my eyes when I look at it.
For the boredom however, since you’re just up there for a short time it would not be needed, but for my other boy I embedded some entertainment, since he pretty much has nothing else going on anymore. That’s where the enhanced batteries in the belt come into play. As you can certainly already guess, the dick tube is hooked up to the bult in tens, but also that steel rod is connected. Once I start the white noise, the tens also is enabled. No worries, it is not about torture, it is about stimulation. It is set to random, so you never know when it starts, front of back or both, how long it lasts or how intense it stimulates. But it will give your mind a good time to work on the feelings then, your dick trying to act on the stimulation on itself or in your ass, yet not being able to do much at all, your ass feeling the vibrations and pulses that stimulate the prostate regularly to the mas as well, if you are lucky you might even shoot a load or two, unfortunately such prostate induced cumming does not really bring that same orgasmic satisfaction, so no worries, you will pretty much stay horny all the time nevertheless. Initial checks and talks with my boy have confirmed that, the tens does its job just in the right intervals to keep you ever horny yet never lets you fully get satisfied and you won’t get too bored with that for sure, more likely to be extremely frustrated and desperate for touch or anything, so I would say it does provide a valuable service to me keeping you at edge permanently.
Having said that, it’s time to finish the conversion into that bed decoration, I’ll talk to you again tomorrow evening then, enjoy your time, boy.’
Not that I was able to react or say anything, but I would have if it was possible, that stimulation part was not something he mentioned earlier, but I was surely curious how that would play out, but I did not have much time to think about it, seconds after he finished I heard the white noise and was indeed now completely isolated. I have no idea if he was still there, talking or not, whether he left the room, hey he may even have slammed the door and I would not have heard that.
I tried of course again, moving, twisting my body, but nothing, as before. I was pinned mid air on to his bed, a piece of furniture in his bedroom, or better: a part of the bed, unattended, just there like any other item in the room with no function whatsoever but to jut ‘be’ there.
But then also the tens started its fist circle, and it was agonizing… both ends were stimulated, the massive steel rod up my butt, with it my prostate, the tube encircling my dick, all of it worked it magic and that had its expected effect, I felt hornier, my dick would have wanted, I would have wanted, what would I not do to stroke it right now, hell, not even that, to just be able to get hard without causing me this incredible discomfort, and I was unable to do anything, not twist or twerk around to get and relief, I was kept rigid in place having to let this devilish device work on making me hornier and hornier.
I could not really focus or think about much else, this kept me busy, on edge, on actual edge… I soooo wanted to cum, but it ‘just’ did not go far enough for that, aside of the fact that my dick created more pain than pleasure next to that, bent down between my legs, trying desperately to swell up to its usual glory yet unforgivingly being held by its tiny steel cover.
I did not know how long the tens worked before it finally stopped, I had no focus on time or anything during that, but when it finally did stop I was relieved on one side, yet even more frustrated on the other, I was definitely being brought close enough to feel that urge, but… exhausted and helpless stuck here in this place. The white noise did its job as well to confuse me, having no connection of any kind to the outside you loose yourself quickly, nothing to do, nothing to move, nothing to hear, nothing to see, just… be there and wait… wait for the time passing to get out again, wait for that tens to create more frustration again, wait for… well, nothing, just wait…
I have no idea if I slept, when I slept, now long I slept, I was lost completely after some time already and did not at all realize any sort of time. That white noise became ‘normal’ after some time, it was just there, sure it prevented me from hearing anything, but it just meant I was in a sort of nirvana of my own now, my mind played tricks, I forgot regular even about the place I was in, hanging here left to myself, forgot I was not home but at his place, forgot about everything of the past days, until of course that tens came in again and kept my mind busy again. Every time it stopped I was swearing to myself, what the fuck, this is torture, to be kept on edge all the time, feeling horny almost all the time yet knowing and realizing very well that there is nothing I can do at ay time soon or for a still unknows duration. It was driving me mad at one point, and was making me moan another, it was pleasure and torture at the same time, my mind kept being in overdrive during those moments, or times, or minutes, or .. how long I had never a clue.
Just as I also had not the slightest idea how long I was here now, was it still today, or yesterday, or tomorrow, was I close to release or was it still a day away, I could not tell anymore. Then I remembered, yes I got fed three times already, hey it was next day then, I sighed into myself, at least some focus point I had found now. Then the tens started again, fuuuuck….
I was totally startled, confused, when suddenly the white noise stopped and I felt hands on me, I was taken off my place again. I was gone so far in my mind, so frustrated, so horny, so .. I cannot even describe the feeling where I found myself by now.
One I was off the bed and they peeled off the rubber, I was relieved of course, seeing him sit there watching with a big smile on his face, me looking, likely terrible from all the sweat, wrinkly skin, wet hair, exhausted from… doing actually nothing at all… I did not know you could get exhausted from doing nothing at all, at to such an extent even.
But I was happy when finally I was siting on that towel, still in chastity, still with that rod up my butt, but free from rubber and restraints, stretching here and there and feeling the ache in almost all parts of my body now from that. But… I smiled…
He asked how I felt about it, I just sat, sipping on the glass of water he had the boys bring me, then I told him:
‘It was brutal, not the rigidness, not the rubber, hell, not even that fat rod up my ass, but the constant being excessively horny and not being able to do anything about it. I pretty much lost myself in that isolation, was out of this world most of the time, but that tens unit, that’s just… pure evil.’ But I said it with a big grin on my face, no angry, just stating the facts I felt. ‘when you came up with that, I do not know if you thought about doing some good for your boy up there or doing something to make sure he is not enjoying it too much up there. it definitely does its job well, I haven’t felt that horny for such a long time ever, yet also never felt that frustrated and desperate for that long ever. (I paused a little, then added), but it is a genius device for sure.’
He laughed at that and told me that initially he thought about adding pain shocks into the program too, so it was more of a torturing the boy up there in the original thoughts, but then he thought that there is no worse yet more enjoyable torture than being kept on edge almost permanent while you’re completely ignored, unattended, left to yourself with no function at all. Obviously it worked out well, his boy confirmed, now I did too.
We talked more about the time I spent there now, everything I felt, thought, or drifted out of this world, he confirmed that his boy pretty much experienced the same in the beginning, before making this a more permanent situation he constantly made sure to verify with his boys how they coped with everything, until with this boy he could be sure that it was just what he needed and wanted.
In the meantime, the boy was dressed up in my previously worn gear, with exception of being still in a different chastity belt, since I still was locked in this one, and the other two were just done fixing him back up in the place I just spent an eternity suffering.
I looked at the boy up there long again, for some reason I could not imagine it right now, even just after having been there, but trying to see myself there like this boy almost all the time, the agony and frustration, the desperation, I was astonished this boy did what he did.
My host then asked if I think I would do that ever again if given the chance. I had to think about that, I looked at him, not sure what to reply at first, but then I told him I was not at all sure. It was a bit of both, extreme hell and extreme heaven, I love being locked, locked in rubber, locked into restraints, this was certainly a max of that, I even can learn to love chastity probably and if given no choice probably will get to learn to enjoy the plug someday too, but… I do not know if I would not miss life, miss others, miss, well doing something at all since obviously up there you’re not doing a thing at any time. Would I do it again… right now I’d say no, but ask me again in an hour or a week, I might just say yes then, I grinned from one ear to the other when telling that, I know I am greedy to dare or try or get myself into troubles when given the chance, regret is sometimes during it yet still pride myself then afterwards to have done it.
He then just blurted it out: ‘How about next time you visit, spend your entire stay there or if you dare to go further, why not take a small holiday for that purpose?’
Well, that was not expected but also not surprising. But in order to avoid an immediate answer I countered: ‘obviously that place is taken, would not want to take your boys lifetime job here.’ And I smirked.
He did not have to hesitate with his answer: ‘For one, who says there can be only one of those items in my home, then also he took the function of side table while you were up there which is just like it, so there are more ways to be a part of the house furniture and you bet I will not mind having more of those in the house.’
Touché, I thought. Then I told him that it sure is worth thinking about, next time I can visit I will have an answer very likely. He grinned, but devilish, then said it was time to get that rod out of my ass, to which I fully agreed, that ass would take many days to feel normal again after the last few days being filled like that.
He took his key and had me just bend forward right here, unlocked the latch and pulled out that rod, being just one diameter made that less painful than it was it the plug last time, still, the relief of it being out was great, even if at the first moments of walking to the bathroom to possible use the toilet made me feel … literally empty, but also somewhat as if something was just ‘missing’ and not right. Things one can get used to are amazing.
Of course there was noting in me to come out, so I returned to him then, expecting the belt to follow now. But then he stuffed the keys away in his pocket again, told me to sit again. He then came up with a deal he thought I might enjoy:
‘Let’s say you come to my next party, take a day off or two then, or better even take a week or two, it’s up to you. When you come here then I give you a choice, swap with one of my boys or enjoy the party, whatever you pick is fine. However, it is either or, not both, and if you swap with one of the boys, it’s from begin to end of your stay, be it the weekend or two weeks holiday makes no difference then.’
Surprise surprise, I assumed something like that would come, still I was not prepared for it. I told him I definitely want to come to another party, but the next one, when would that be then. He told me that it was two months from now, so time enough for me to plan a day or more time off.
I thought briefly, indeed, in that time I could plan some time off, since I had not taken any holidays yet, I had a good chance of getting a longer time off work easily even. But would I want to spend it in that or similar way or rather to finally get to use his basement to the fullest, he said it cannot be both, so I would have to choose one over the other.
But that was not something I could make up my mind about right now, so I told him: ‘by the time I come here, I will have an answer to what I would prefer, how long ahead however do I have to let you know if it is a weekend or a longer stay then?’
He waved that question off, there was no need to preplan a longer stay. Half of the time he worked from home and the boys take care in his absence as well of whatever is needed, there is plenty space here for a guest to stay as long as he wants also.
I said that it was a deal then, I will come to his next party, by then we will see what it will be, how I will want to spend my time with him here. He grinned wide, said he was happy to hear, but in order to make sure I stand by my word, he decided that it might be best if I am not released from that belt, it seemed to fit perfectly fine, having that time without the distraction of constantly jerking myself will make it much easier for me to find a good choice. I protested right away, he cannot expect me to spend two months in that belt, the frustration will be over the hill by then, but he insisted, then even made it serious, either I accept or I would no longer be invited, ever…
Fuck… I definitely want to come here again, basement or otherwise, he really wants me to stay locked by him until I return, that would be hell to me… but … I want… but.. shit … then finally I bowed my head and silently said ‘ok then’.
He responded: ‘So it’s agreed, you stay locked in that belt until you return, and I hope you will bring plenty time with you then just in case you choose what I certainly would prefer you to choose…’
Again I said: ‘Ok then, I will hate you during these two months for sure, but it’s a deal. And yes, I will think about making it more than a weekend.’
He smiled, with that in the bag he then said it would be time anyway for me to get going, so I should get dressed and see him downstairs.
I went into that guest room that I had hardly used, sitting on the bed I did not at all sleep in, grabbed my undies and pulled them up, looking at that piece of steel locked on me that will not come off any time soon now, how stupid am I to agree to that, shit… socks, jeans and tee followed, the jeans slightly too tight, barely closing it on top of that steel on my hips. Then I grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
He stood in the hallway and smiled, told me it’s barely noticeable, and by the time I got back I would not even think about it being on me anymore for sure. I countered that I definitely would notice and swear about it every day, all the way until I came back here. We both then however laughed about that.
He wished me a good and safe trip then and I made my way out, to the car and left.
On the hours driving home there was a lot to think about, the whole extended weekend was so different from what I had in mind on my way to his place, but it wasn’t a bad one, it was just so not what I thought it to be. Moreover, I fucking stupidly agreed to keep that belt locked on me, why did I do that then …
I kept focusing on traffic then, I would have two months to think about a lot anyway.
I slept badly that night, mostly from the attempts to get hard failing constantly of course, that would be hell for the coming time for sure, I just hoped I would get used to it enough to at least get sufficient sleep to be ok at work.
Well it did get better over the weeks, but with it also the frustration grew, I was horny a lot, attempted to get somehow to my dick without success many times, there was just nothing I could do, that piece of steel was unforgiving. Of course it impacted a lot as well, I had a few sessions with other boys, but being locked… well they had the fun and I had less of it, so I actually stopped having them around not to cause even more frustration. However I still had not made up my mind what I would pick when I see him again.
6 weeks into the time then bad news at work. They usually call it ‘reorganization’, but well, it is just firing people to make more profit. However they did at least not just fire people but encouraged people with a nice package to voluntarily leave, and it was truly a nice package. I did not look to leave, I liked my job, but then that package was tempting, though I would have to find another job of course, but with that package I could make it a while, hey, and extended lazy holiday with no worries about money was surely in then.
Then it hit me… what if…
I went to my computer and sent the message right away. I told him about the situation and if I chose to volunteer, I might have a couple months at hands before starting a new job, question was if he would actually be able and want to host me not just a week or two but a little longer.
After it was sent I sat back, then again it hit me… what did I ask for here, stay with him such a long time pretty much indicates more than a weekend party, and given his ‘one or the other’ only option, he would expect me to …. Shit… was I really willing to go there?
While thinking about it his answer already came into my mailbox, I was nervous, what would he say or expect now …
I read it then: ‘Of course you are welcome to stay as long as you want, but (and as I feared….) you know the deal, if you choose the party it is the party only and the remainder of the time you will have to find something to keep yourself entertained, if you choose the swap, you might not enjoy your time here as much as you might think. Either way, no worries about how long you will want to stay, you are welcome here.’
Well, of course he referred to that now, but he did not seem to narrow it down to weekend of party or months of objectification, I still could just have a fun party and stay nevertheless then, saving me a lot money, maybe allowing me to extend my holiday even a little more then. I was relieved and watched a little TV then before it was bedtime, meaning a last mail check as always.
But then I saw another mail from him arrived: ‘Thinking about it, the offer stands, your pick, but… if you are indeed out of work at that time and have not yet found another job, maybe you enjoy it actually more than you expect, it would maybe be a chance to make it a more steady situation then. My headboard sculpture just had its regular time of cleaning and that gave me chance to talk to him, afterall he has been up there now for almost a year already and I thought he might enjoy a change to table service permanently. That of course means I soon have an ugly empty space over my headboard to fill, think about it, maybe you want to take that place for more than just a few months.’
Wow, shit, that went quite quick to more than just the temporary fun situation. It was fun and hell at the same time, neither part outweighing the other, so maybe… would I, could I, fuck… why did he say that now…
I slept badly thinking too much about it now, and that evil steel on my dick did not help getting anywhere either, strangely thinking about being stuck up there made my dick act much more than I wanted, but the endless isolation and desperation, I would not be so sure about handling it well.
However, regardless of what I may or may not do, I decided to accept the package and leave voluntarily, calculating it through, a while at his place for free, being careful with the spending, I could last without money troubles for about 8 months for sure, by then I should have a new job easily, I never actually had trouble finding one in the past.
Two days later I packed my stuff in the office and said my goodbyes, a weird feeling to leave work knowing I will not come back here, but it was what it was. Back home then I stuffed the items away and sat on my couch, what now … I was a guy who just worked all his life, having a couple months ahead now, what will I keep myself busy with… well it will be an early night tonight, tomorrow I will see further. That night however once again, thoughts spinning about something completely different and my dick… well suffering again.
The next morning then I decided to mail him..: ‘I know it’s a week earlier than planned, but I am basically bored at home now, chose to accept the package and have a lot of time at my hands, would you mind if I come visiting a week earlier?’
It did not take long for his reply, basically saying no problem, any time, I could get into my car right now if I wanted. Well… that planted that idea right there. I spent an hour in front of the TV thinking of what else I might want to do, then I just said, ‘fuck it’, got up, stuffed a suitcase full of my fetish wear and some toys and got into the car, off I was.
Day traffic was worse, but still in the late afternoon I rang the bell at his gate and was let in. this time he said to park my car in his garage, since I would obviously stay a while.
Once inside, one of his boys brought me a good fresh coffee and we talked. Why I chose to take the package, explaining that it would give me quite a long time of being free without having money troubles, time to think about what job I would look for and find it then. On the other hand, I admitted I was a bit puzzled on what I would do with all that time now. Being used to work usually, having a week or two holidays is ok, but a few months means likely running out of things to do.
While telling him that I actually for a first time noticed that contraption at the side of the couch. It was basically similar on the bottom to the pedestal I was strapped on to on my second day here last time, you kneel on it, legs strapped to it, sit back on your heels, then a bar leading up along your back, but then right where your neck will be, a split platform, well a table plate, with a hole just enough for the neck and of course that bar sticks out so the head has attachment points then too. At the sides of that bar attached in the right places were some steel bars sticking to the left and right, I assumed to lock your upper arms into, just above the elbow, a bit lower then another pair of these for the wrists. Two more wide steel rings then on the front of the bar, obviously they goes around the torso, one just below the arm pits, the other over the waist, all in all, when fitting proper on to the body, keeping the boy immobilized in place there then for sure. Once again, an item, not even the furniture itself but just a part of a furniture with no other function but to look pretty.
I pointed at it, asking if that was the table he mentioned, the one the boy upstairs spent inside while I took his place, he grinned big time again, nodded, confirmed it was exactly that. He also repeated then what he told me in the mail already, the boy upstairs surely would not mind being in that more than just a few days either, but I know the dilemma that leaves in the bedroom.
I smirked… then I asked If I look at the boy upstairs again, he laughed, and said sure, but was is on his cleaning timeout at the moment again, the boys took him off just about half an hour ago. What a timing I thought, should I … nah… or…?
For totally unknown reasons, I still cannot imagine why, I blurted out that it would then be a perfect moment to get me into his gear. I laughed, making it sound like I am joking, but was I?
He tilted his head for a moment, then just countered quickly: ‘let’s not waste time then, the rubber is still warm, so let’s go.’
Fuck… I said it, and he went with it, shit … I could not back out then so easily… well, it’s a week until the party, I’ll survive… so I got up and followed him upstairs.
Once in his bed room, the empty space over the head board immediately to see, the boy in the bath room just getting gout of the shower, he did not waste any time, telling his boys to bring all the gear while he went to one of the drawers in the cupboard, returning to me and telling me to bend forward. I was still confuse of what is happening, why I was doing that, but did not hesitate for some reason, I felt it then right away, the cold of that very rod he pushed against my butt hole. Not having it filled for that long it took a lot of effort, a lot of moans and yelps, finally it passed the muscles again and slid in completely, just to immediately be locked in place.
The boys stood there already, ready to get the gear on me, the suit, still wet indeed, but a bit cold at first, in no time I was head to toe covered in it again, rubber booted again and felt the straps of that head to toe harness being applied all over my body. I took less than ten minutes, I was standing on that little step feeling them attach those chains all over again and in no time I was hanging immobilized on there, just like I remembered.
While the boys then left all together, he told me there was one small change in the past weeks, the belt of the other boy did not last as long with its embedded batteries, so he mounted hidden behind me into the wall a socket for the charger, the boys connected the tiny wire between that outlet and the newly made tiny opening in the suit to fit the inlet for the charger on the back of the waist belt, I no longer needed batteries actually up there, it was permanently powered and would definitely never run out of power now. But other than that nothing changed, so … well… he told me then before I was going to be isolated completely again, he was happy I chose this one instead of the party weekend, and since I had no other obligations at the moment, he wished me an enjoyable time up there for the coming 6 to 8 months, and if things go as he expects it, he believes strongly I would not actually look for any other job anymore as I seem to have chosen my permanent one here now already.
Fuck… while the white noise started and pushed me into total isolation again I thought about what he just said, I chose… I thought just for the week until the party is, he took it as the one choice I was supposed to make, and since I indeed had hardly any time limit set for me to return home… fuck… that was it? I am to spend the coming – what did he say, 6 to 8 months now here as this headboard ornament? And even more, make it permanent then? Not going to happen, I will have three days to suffer now and then let him know …
But then the tens started its work again and I quickly went in my mind somewhere completely different. The coming three days I had not much time to be angry, question anything or think about too much, the setting in the tens seemed to be more aggressive, well not in terms of pain, but in terms of frequency. It kept me longer on edge, worked on me longer, distracted my mind constantly, gave me little time to gras my thoughts together before starting again to drive me up in my horniness, frustration and desperation.
When the cleaning day finally was there I was exhausted, took that definitely needed shower and cleaning, taking a small dump even, not much of course and even accepting one of the boys to shove that rod back up and lock it again, I eat the prepared diet food and then finally saw him sitting there on the couch. I thought about telling him, but I was exhausted enough to just be happy to sit silently there. but he stopped that right away. Who said I could lazily sit there, time off the wall did not mean sitting comfortable on the couch, he waved the boys over who grabbed me firmly and dragged me over to a wall closet. Opening the door, it was a tiny space inside, barely wide enough for me to stand in there with my back on the wall. Mounted into the wall however a lot of shackles, neck, upper arms, wrists, thighs, over knee and ankles. They were snap locked shackles, so still puzzled they easily shoved me inside and in seconds all shackles were snapped shut, I could just stand there now.
The he told me; ‘Time out is to have the skin breathe for a while, clean up, take a dump and eat al little, that is the only function of that time out. You have another 4 hours and 20 minutes before you go back up into your proper place, the closet is ventilated, but no need for you to be roaming around out here, it’s not that you stop being that house inventory in that time either. So the boys will get you ready in a couple hours, I won’t be here again usually during that process, I usually will see you only when you are up there where you belong.’
With that the door closed and I was in the dark again, alone with myself, just naked, well except the steel belt, just .. again.. waiting… I could not hear anything from outside either, he might still be there or not, I would not know… but when I am out, I will tell him !
The hours passed slow, but it felt good to have air on my skin in that time, when the door opened, the boys were back to seal me up again, but … I wanted to tell him… so I protested, told them to fuck off and let me talk to him… but …
The shocks I received booth ends immediately were extremely painful, I fell on the floor, cramped up, yelped, barely got the air needed to breathe, screaming was hardly possible. It lasted forever, at least that was what I thought or felt. When it stopped it took me some time, panting heavily, but finally I got to sit up and looked up, one of the boys holding the suit up, the other holding a remote in his hands… shit … they were under orders not to let me choose any different but to go back where I belong, and if need be, enforce that…
That pain was too much, I would in no way want that again, risk getting it again, so I chose the lesser – well at this moment at least – trouble and worked with them to get me back suited and strapped up for another three days of agony and extasy at the same time.
This repeated then, he no longer was present during my cleaning and air break, the boys took me off, assisted on the clean, shit, feed, locked me in that wall closet and then after the total of 5 hours were passed got me suited and hooked up in place, I resisted two more times, both answered without hesitation with each time longer and harder pain punishments, I gave up resisting then, even if I wanted to try to run or attack the one with the remote, I would not get close enough before cramping down on the floor in excessive pain again.
So yes, I of course missed the party, didn’t hear a thing, well other than white noise, I haven’t seen him in person for… well, how long is it actually now… weeks? Months? I know every third day I have my timeout, but how many of those did I have now? I lost my resistance in general, it has become routine during the time outs and it has become… well… I still fight on that, heaven or hell up there, I cannot remember a single moment right now where I wasn’t extremely horny, extremely frustrated about not being able to ‘get to the final’ and extremely desperate to even just once touch my dick in some way. But trying to focus and think about it, do I really dislike any time up there despite all of it, or do I actually enjoy that predicament I live every day of every week for whatever long time now already. I gave up trying to find out, I was again up there and … well… enjoying it?
One day then, just when I came out of the storage in the closet again, he sat there again, what a surprise, I smiled however, so did he. Having me stand there he asked how I felt, if I was angry, disappointed, upset, or the opposite.
I waited a moment, trying to focus on it, then I said: ‘I do not know, I am not angry at all, I do not feel upset, and I do not feel disappointed either. I am desperate and frustrated for sure, but also constantly excited, as you said a long time ago, I did shoot some sperm into the suit quite a number of times, but it does not take away that constant horniness, and with it strangely also that exciting feeling I seem to be in most of the time. To be honest, I am even missing it when I am ventilating in the closet over there, waiting and actually wanting to be back up there quickly again. I do not know how to describe it, but… I feel … ok?’
He smiled, then continued: ‘I am glad to hear that, I know you had a little trouble in the beginning to realize what the best is for you, but I think you have found your place now.’ He then waved the boys over to start getting me up there again and while they dressed and strapped me up he just sat there watching with a smile. Once I was all up there in my proper place he kept talking: ‘I told you that things might go the way I predicted and you actually would not want to be anywhere else. I counted on that and did take needed actions in the past months, it’s been 7 months since you went up there now. I have in the meantime dissolved your existence back at your former home, got rid of everything you had there, closed all contracts and affairs and even got your relocation registered.
I think it should be very clear by now that you won’t be leaving this spot above my bed anymore, it’s your function, and it’s the only function you will ever have now. However, you might be happy to hear I am working with a few guys on the obvious problems of still having to take you off there regularly. I have a couple good friends, doctors, physicians, tech gurus, the issues to solve are not all a problem, and I use the money from your accounts to get that done, so that money comes to a good use for yourself at the end.
The issues we have to tackle are skin ventilation, that one is actively worked on already, a special suit is being developed and tested, it’s a lot thicker than your current one, but it has inner tubing embedded in the rubber, proper done and connected it might allow regular airflow inside and maybe even flushing it out, we’re still in the testing on that.
The feeding will not be much of a problem we found out, a proper feeding tube down your stomach will allow all sorts of meshed or blended food to be pushed down there, but the body waste then needs to be solved still, a catheter is the easy part, the solid waste though is still in planning phase, there might be an option to pump something up your butt to dissolve it and once fluid it might be easy to be pumped out, but as said, that’s a more difficult one and still work in progress. But you can be assured, the guys are on it and it will be just a matter of time before it all works, that’s the day I look forward to, that’s when you actually will never have to come off that spot up there. So, soon, boy, soon.
But even now already, I just wanted to tell you that everything has been sorted out already, no need to further talk, so this was the last time you saw or heard me, and soon enough there will not be a need for those time outs either anymore. I look forward to that, I hope you do too, as you won’t have much say in it anyway.
So I hope you enjoy your new function as much as I enjoy every night sleeping here under it. Goodbye, boy!’
Fuck, white noise and tens at the same time started, making it hard to think and focus. He was right that It seemed I felt right up here by now, but.. 7 months already? Really? And… nothing back there to return to anymore, he sealed it into a permanent future? He did not even ask, he just… fuck… that tens, fuck, I need to cum, fuck, this is soooo horny … fuck… what was I just thinking ? Ahhh, fuck, please I need to cum ….
Well.. I do not know if he actually ever lets anyone else see his bedroom, but if you know that guy with the fantastic house and basement throwing regular paly parties, maybe ask him if there isn’t some interesting decoration hanging over his bed. Else I am afraid no one will ever know where I am and neither will I ever see or hear anyone else or feel any touch from anyone again… ahh fuck… I am soooo horny….