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The process.
(Fiction) I never got invited to his BDSM parties, always wanted to, but did not want to beg or push myself on to him, so it was a huge surprise when he invited me… but not for the party as guest, instead he asked if i wanted to volunteer to be part of the decoration, a rubbered up suspended item in the party area. That wasn’t so much participating as i wanted, but better than no invite at all, so i did not even doubt but agreed right away.
I arrived Friday afternoon at his place and he showed me that generous party basement in his huge home. He said thanks for volunteering to do this at the party, let’s give it a try to see how well it fits and works. I had been in the nub chastity of his already for a few days, sent to me in preparation, he said at the time, the plug insertion took some time, the getting into that one piece suit he had ready for me took the longest, primarily because of the long tubes into the nose, a ten incher for breathing, and a 30+ inch leading far down into the belly, also of course there was that massive embedded gag.
The rest of the preparation was quick, that muzzle, that padded suspension harness over the torso and around upper thighs, those armbinders keeping them straight at the elbow, those ankle restraints…
Then the steel cables, springs, spreaders and chains coming off the ceiling were attached and used accordingly, so that in no time i was suspended as intended, slightly hogtie-like, springs on head and sides allowing slight swinging movements, nothing big though, and he heard slight moans from me, silenced by gag and hood into almost not being heard though, every move i made twitched my butt muscles, that plug massaging my prostate, giving my already severely struggling dick in this tiny prison continued troubles.
I heard him laugh when he watched while checking every chain, cable and hook holding me secured up mid air, telling me: ‘Someone seems to enjoy it as it seems!’
Patting my caged dick and the balls made me briefly twitch, just to moan evenmore realizing that utter helplessness i had been placed in, too horny not to love, but also quite frustratingly countered by the tiny dick cage and that slightly too large plug. But then he continued:
'I know the party is only tomorrow, but it looks great, you enjoy it obviously, so do i actually, looking at and knowing you’re stuck like that. I would say it would be a shame to undo it all now again just to have to repeat everything tomorrow again.
I think i’ll just winch you up all the way to the ceiling, where you’re supposed to end up for the party anyway, then i’ll point the streaming cam on you to entertain the guys visiting my pay channels, that way that fantastic view of you is not just enjoyed by me here, but also a few thousand of those pay members until tomorrow, when the party starts.
I’ll hook up the tube down your belly with water supply stuffed into the compartment above in the ceiling, so you’ll get plenty cool nutrition fluids, the suit is watertight, so if you need to piss, just go ahead anyway.
Of course the party won’t end before Sunday morning, after that, right underneath you, the brunch buffet will be prepared… naturally i doubt people will start brunch before noon either, but i guess you’ll just have to wait until some time in the afternoon then before i can take you off and out of all this again.
But hearing you moan, or is that grunts… well, it makes not really a difference, as it is barely to hear, so i just assume you’re happy about all that and won’t mind that you’re stuck now anyway, not that it matters…
Well, just enjoy, we’ll talk Sunday afternoon again then.’
Moments after that i felt the winch lifting me higher and higher, here in the center of the room i knew the ceiling wa about 11 or 12 feet high and i was ending up dangling from the top up there in no time.
Slightly swinging from every attempted move, moaning even more as each move kept working the plug and my dick could not get any joy, would start hurting sooner or later from constant trying even, i was torn between that extreme horny situation itself and the scary fact of what i just heard, being stuck in this util Sunday afternoon, and i was absolutely certsin that this hornyness only lasts that long, then boredom, extreme frustration while half horny constantly, but most of all, aching of parts of the body stcuk in this would repalce all the excitement, and the majority of my time up here i’d be actually suffering instead of enjoying.
But my previous attempt to protest, as he noted, grunts only that sounded like moans, all so silent that they’d not even disturb those close enough to hear, futile attempts to protest then, and i knew there was nothing that would change for the entire duration either, both, attempts to struggle and move as well as attempts to make sounds would just be received as 'that guy up there is obviously horny as hell and loving it up there’.
I knew i was fucked, stuck , no matter how much i loved it now but would hate it in a few hours and most of the remaining time up here. If i had known he’d do that, i would not have shown up today already, but come around only tomorrow, but it was too late now…
It was a tough weekend for sure, hearing all that noise, not seeing a thing, not feeling much other than the frustrations and aching of my body parts, being pretty much ignored by anyone down there having fun with each other. But i made it to the Sunday afternoon at the end, not that i had a choice in it.
When he released me, i needed quite some time to stretch without pain, move without pain, get proper feeling and coordination into my limbs, but also get the aching out of my jaw and adjust to light again, see clearly.
He prepared food, desperately needed for sure, and i did not even bother to complain, what sense would it have made anyway, instead i actually thanked him for the invite, even if it wasn’t exactly how i anticipated a visit here would be for such party weekend, adding with some laugh even that my body would surely remember the weekend for a while also.
He laughed also, but after a while then said: 'I have parties like this every other weekend here, you surely know they are well known all over everywhere, hence the waiting list for invitations is also miles long.
Yesterdays theme was rubber, hence you’re dress up accordingly, but the themes change with each party, army, leather, rubber, sports, raingear, industrial, pretty much all fetishes one can think of that have related outfits.
One of my usual decoration objects cancelled short notice twice now, hence the need to invite a replacement, which happened to be you this weekend. Putting you on the actual invitation waiting list, given that the majority of guests is regulars, only very few are selected off that list to complete the numbers, it would take years for you to be able to come here as guest.
But if you want i can offer you that spot of that guy who cancelled twice, i need someone reliable, do not want to have to seach every time, so if you’d be interested…
You’d be dressed and packed according to the theme of the party, spend the weekend then well placed to be a horny decoration addition to the party, obviously unable to get out of that for sure, objects aren’t supposed to get anywhere from where or however they are placed.
I know it is a long drive, but you’d have to come here Fridays and leave Sunday evenings just like this weekend. You’d entertain my pay channel each of those weekends as you did this weekend, be present in whatever ways you are packed during the party event and brunch the next day, release, dinner and return Sunday evening. To compensate for that long drive every other weekend, I can offer you 10% of the pay channel income each of those weekends. But it also comes with one more quirk, i insist that the guy who’s going to be the regular object on my parties remains in an even smaller chastity cage permanently, also in the time you’re on your own at home. What do you say?’
Well, i did ot think of repeating this, but years and years waiting to 'maybe’ get an invite versus… well.. i can say i am at every single one of his parties, do not have to say how i spend time here… at least something i would say, as horny as it makes me now to think of inescapable biondage by him… every other weekend… i just switched off my brains and blurted out a quick 'Yes, please, i’ll never cancel, you can bet on me being here every other weekend for sure.’
He nodded, said: 'finish your food then, we’ll close that deal then after that.’ He then disappeared while i quickly finished, still aching quite a bit i thought about regretting it maybe, but looking at my dick standing strong on the mere thought of doing this, i waves every concern off immediately.
He came back with some small steel stuff in his hands, told me 'Let’s seal the deal then’, and while i wasn’t focussed, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them painfully har while giving y dick a few hard slaps. I was not at all enjoying pain, my hard dick was limp in no time, that pain took away any horniness my brains would have wanted to work on.
He however used that extreme limpness immediately, i almost missed the steps he did, that base ring was on my dick and balls in seconds and so was that 'cage’, well it was a pretty much flat plate, inside a small half round shape attached to it, and in its center an around one inch long hollow steel rod was present. He shoved that rod into my dick and once that half round covered the tip of my dick, pushed the limp dick pretty much back into the body until that plate was able to be attached on to the base ring, with that then hiding the presence of my dick rather compeltely.
But that was not the end. He looped a steel wire through the base ring on its top, ensured to center the long wire before using the tools to crimp it shut right above the base ring, then another crimping the two wire parts together 2,5 inches higher up. From there he wound the ends around my hips, making sure they are above hip bones so when he tightened then on the backside, they were tight enough to not be able to pull down over those hips anymore after he used the crimping tools back there also again, the still longer ends of the wires then went down the butt crack and to the from, right underneath my balls, looped through the base ring of the chastity there and then pulled tighter before also being crimped shut again, excess wire then cut off and some small shrink tube covering the ending to avoid scratching skin. The speed in whihc he did all that includeing the heating of that small piece shringing tube, before i even know it that basering was mounted right to my body, held tight to it by those steel wires around my hips and through the crack to the front again.
I was just standing there, shaking my head while he did, still looking for words to comment, by the time i had mumbled something like 'what the fuck are you doing there’ he was already finsihed.
i inspected the whole as he told me i could try… that basering was not moving away from my skin, that steel wire did not slip down over he hips, i could move the wire at my butt hole to the ide just enough for the needed, but none of all that had keys, expect the flat plate cage connected to that ring. This wasn’t supposed to come off, this was as he said… all the time…
But even more then, while i stil was stunned from the quick ways in which he did all that, he already was down at the front, holding my locked dick and balls firmly, not allowing me to move away, when i tried he squeezed my balls painfully. Holding me there, i saw him insert a drop fluid into that small lock connecting ring and cage, then insert a tiny thin pin completely into that, adding another drop fluid at the end, blowing slighlty over it, then finally letting go of my junk.
He explained then: 'That seals the deal then, Lock is perma glued shut, steel wires are perma closed also. The only way to get any of that off you is to cut everything off. While the steep wires maybe the easier part on that, the chastity device squeezes your skin everywhere so tight, finding a way to cut that will be difficult and most definitely cut you in the process severely also. I take you by your word, at no time ever will you cancel, every other weekend you will be here Friday and i will get you ready and keep you objectified all weekend then. That chastity ensures you never forget.
Now get dressed, you need to get going to get home. See you in two weeks.’
I was still puzzled, still speechless, but i got dressed and was on my way indeed then. All the way i kept thinking about that thing down there, i felt it, every part of tit, that was now … damn…. permanent… fuck… what did i do… fuck….
The two weeks at home were hell, at first thinking back on the weekend made me horny again and again, adding to the fact of not having cum for a long time and being over horny in general already, this fucking device drove me mad, day and night. But i did manage to get through the time. As matter of fact, the longer i suffered, the more i looked forward to that next weekend, suffering still, but with the horny aspects of the sitauation added at least.
All over though, the excitement was always present, time after time, so the frustrations in-between were 'accepted’ by me, each weekend was some other horny way of keeping me helpless objectified completely.
I also had no idea how much his paid video channel actually made, that 10% fee he gave me each of those weekends was every time generous, but i told him to accumulate those, asking to make it a yhear and then see how much i could collect then.
I kept doing it, as promised, no cancelling ever, even if there were weekends in which i would rather not have gone there and had done something else instead. That year then finally passed, 26 of my weekends spent there, every one of them hard but not any less exciting every Friday arriving to get into whatever he chose, and by now actually regretting every Sunday when i have to leave for two weeks again.
At the end of that weekend, still strapped into a contraption as i was all weekend, but everyone else gone, he removed my blindfold, gag and finally hood, then held a check in front of my eyes, when i saw that number i swallowed and my eyes must have doubled in size. He laughed, adding; 'Our deal is beneficial to both of us, your suffering isn’t all for nothing either.’
I could just whisper an astonished 'wow’, he then asked what i was going to do with all that money. I had no idea, did not even think of that anymore, but still feeling all those restraints keeping me stuck as i was all weekend, my dick attempting to get hard yet again without any chance while my butt muscles massaged that by now huge dildo up there even more, my brain flipped, throwing out any form of reason or common sense, and i blurted out:
'I’d love to be able to use it to hire you for a job.’ He looked surprised, but also laughed, he’d unliekly have anything to offer i’d be able to hire him for, but just out of curiosity he wanted to know what i had in mind.
'I’d like to hire you to kidnap a person for real, but once kidnapped, ensure that person can never leave, that person being me. Given the situations you have me in every other weekend, you’d have no real work with it either, as i am helpless every time and cannot prevent a thing. Well, i’d say you could just use my mobile to call me in sick and arrange things from there, use the money then to arrange that disappearance, dissolve my previous existence somehow.’
He looked still surprised, but also clearly thinking. then he asked: 'So you’d hire me to not telling you a thing, but one of the weekends coming just not letting you leave anymore?’
I did not even expect him to think about this stupid horny idea, but hearing that, i just nodded heavily. He issued a sligh 'hmm’ and went behind me, i heard him grab stuff out of drawers. Moments later then he was in front of me and before i even could react, he used two smaller cut offs of tegaderm, i knew that stuff, sticking to the skin extremely well, forced my eyelids closed and stuck one of each over the closed lids, making sure to stick it on to my skull skin well.
Once done with it, that hood i was wearing all weekend went back on, so did the blindfold, even if no longer needed, and the massive gag. My hoode again head was then also fixed immobile as it was earlier. then i heard him again, shouting a little to ensure i understand well:
'I mean, i DO have the pin code of your mobile ever since you gave it to me a few months ago when it kept ringing and you had me check why. So i just thought, why wait for any other future weekend, no time as good as the current time.
Consider yourself kidnaped as of this moment already. I taped ygior eyes shut becauae it is unlikely you will ever see again or have the need for that again, even while swapping hoods, gear of blindfolds, your eyes won’t open anymore.
I had several more extended ideas for a long time, you’ll be perfect to execute some of those on. For one, after a thorough depilation of all your head and facial hair permanently, your head will be permanently sealed up, there will be no longer any contours, a smooth oval-like shaped item sticking up on your neck. To achieve that, permanent tubing of nose holes, leading directly ito the lung, as well and a severe gagged mouth with embedded tube down your stomach, the three required openings well hidden on the backside of the oval shaped plain head. Additionally your ear drums will be replaced with buds, allowing full control on what or if at all anything is heard by you, mostly it will be white noise though.
As a permanent, object you no longer need or have an identity or any facial features allowing recogniztion of an individual.
The plug will be hollow in future, and regularly replaced with bigger ones, until one day permanently fixed in your butt also, while the hollow part of it remains sealed with a rod or dildo mostly, but can be open as needed, your dick is already permanently gone anyway.
This will give me then a blank thing, an item, no face, no identity, and while i have the knowledge on his to keep you healthy for decades to come without issues, you will not longer have anything or anyone, but become a think in my home, placed, dressed, packed or restrained as i choose, or.. well.. as my pay viewers in the cideo channel choose most of the time actually.
And … well.. you asked for it, if you think i cannot do this, i do have the needed ideas and connections to dissolve your previous life, the means to keep you as this object permanently and… just in case, your pretty much begging to hire me to kidnap you is also on record, so… maybe you thought it would happen one of the coming weekends or not, well, it happened right now.
While previously you were objectified for the weekend but i recognised you are equal person the remain time, that’s ended also, as such, you’re an object to be controlled, any verbal communication is to control what you do and when you do it, and as object you obey as told, you did experience some of the tens units i have to ensure compliance just in case, there is obviously soon enough no longer any response possible anyway, so there won’t be any conversations either anymore, an object receives commands and executes then, that’s the sole extent of communication you will have from here on.
And as a final hint maybe, you’ll be stuck in the one or other ways most of your future, i’d say there’s 5% of your future spent moving, the rest you wil lbe stuck, so in order for you to get used to it, i will feed you in an hour, but you remain like this another few days for sure.
And to clarify again: this was the last conversation you ever have. I would say i keep that money from the check then, as i believe i have delivered what you hired me for. Thanks for the order and payment.’
Then it turned silent, i heard him leave, but that was all there was…. he did feed me as promised, no talking though, shoc]king my balls when i attempted to talk during the feeding, since that it has been quiet, nothing, no sounds, no noises, no idea where he was, but not in the room.
I still thought it was not real, he wanted to teach me a lesson, even thought the same when it seemed the next day, but my body aching more and more, nothing at all happening, no response to my grunts, i got doubts… was this real real… did he really… will he really…
Well, he will, he did… preparations took a month, but that steel shell got welded around my head, padded inside, leaving no facial contours to ever be seen, the tubes preventing any form of noise in total, as no more air passed the vocal cords, i haven’t see since that day, not heard since a few days after, lost any and all feeling for time, i not longer know if i am stuck a day or two or more in the same predicament he placed me, i have no clue how i look, what i wear, all i think, not even sure about it either, that i still am in his house.
I have a full body electric pads workout once a day, every muscle in my body worked over by the tens, and not to die of total boredom, he gives me a continued tens treatment, randomly working on me, either stimulation, causing frustration, or shocks, some of those excessive even, keeping my mynd in check, always waiting for the next pain or the next horny stimulation in anticipation.\
How long i am here by now though… i do not know.. maybe one of the readers here knows that house, knows those parties where some object with this steel controuless thing as his head is always present as piece of decoration… maybe knock on that steel head, let me know there is something still out there in the world….
CUSTOMIZED BONDAGE STEEL TOE WORK BOOTS! A fold over hasp with padlock keeps these heavy fuckers attached to your feet until you earn the key back! These boots weigh 10lbs thanks to custom lead insoles placed under the regular insoles. With double insoles and thick socks, these massive boots are so tight on your feet that you feel every single step and in just hours you’ll be begging to take them off! Too bad though, you are going to them for a long long time, maybe a week or two!
While secured in the chair, it is sitting on a foot long dildo!
(Fiction) he looked hot, in his bomber, his leather jeans, the haircut, the 4 day beard, the cigarette in his mouth… It was the third time I saw him pass by the cafe I sat in for my afternoon coffee here during my vacation.
Like the first tow times, I paid and left, just to follow him for a while, just to admire that guy for a while longer. It was winter, still snow around here, so having a little walk was nice in general, but when this time he turned into the city park, that made even more 'sense' then, a little relaxing winter strawl through the park, nothing unusual on that, just in case he would wonder why I followed him and I needed to explain.
The park however was quite empty. Well, for one cold winter, but also weekday, afternoon, most people likely at work anyway. I kept my distance, so when I saw him sit down at a wooden rest area with table and bench, I had plenty time to 'arrange' a casual passing my, not looking like it stalked him. But while still watching him during the attempt to look like just someone enjoying that park walk, I noticed him opening his bomber and then a major surprise.
Since he basically faced in my direction I saw what looked like a chain wound around his belly, but he unwound it and suddenly held a leg/wrist cuff combination in his hands, prior well hidden wound around his waist under that jacket. His jacket still open, his cigarette still in his mouth, he sat down at that bench, holding that chain combo rather demonstratively in front of himself while… Fuck… Is he looking right at me?
I got nervous, but kept walking 'casually' and decided not to react on this in any way, was just about to pass near him on the main path, when he seemed to shout something at me, though I did not understand his language, I stopped, looked at him and asking in English if he was talking to me, as I did not understand what he said.
Luckily he responded in broken, yet ok-ish English then. He asked if I noticed 'these' while briefly lifting and shaking that cuffs combination. On my agreeing nod, he asked then 'and what should happen with them?'
I still was a little puzzled about him so openly just holding those in front of him, then again, quiet park, nobody around, but also this rather direct approach now, as if he knew I'd be interested. But I also noticed now that I stood rather close and his jacket was open, he was wearing a thick chain around his neck, so definitely on my wavelength I thought, feeling a little relief on that, though… Well.. I had hoped for something different…
So I told him: 'i am a firm believer of old values, you are (pointing at that chain on his neck) wearing a locked chain, I believe whoever locks a chain on a boy, owns that boy… Or potentially slave, whichever the relation may be. So seeing that, it is clear that those cuffs should be on you.'
He laughed and mumbled something I did not understand, but then came back with: 'you are right, I am owned by my master, but I believe those cuffs belong on you. I know you need that, so come here and turn around.'
I was surprised by that of course, but then again, my dick sprung to life when he said that, also in the tone he said that, more commanding than I expected. I hesitated though and he repeated the last command, this time much more severe and harsh in tone, while also standing up and opening the hand cuffs. I do not know why, this was a stupid move, but that guy, I jerked off a few times last two nights over him, and now he basically 'wanted' to… So I finally stepped closer to him, turned around and put my arms on my back.
He did not hesitate or delay, he firmly grabbed each arm and I felt the thick and heavy wrist cuffs snap in place, tight enough to be certain it cannot slip off. He quickly then went down, slid up the leg sleeve to reach over the ankle boots and snapped the thick leg cuffs shut there on each ankle also.
I was horny like hell, hoping I can hide that attempting hardon in my jeans well under the jacket, but he already gave a 'come' command and started walking. I did not even think, this was a clear command, and I was helpless delivered by my own voluntary acceptance of being chained like this.
I needed to be watchful on y steps, the chain between ankles wasn't allowing full steps, but I managed to stay with him, walking away from that rest table, into the wintry woods nearby, passing through those within ten minutes and behind that was a larger parking area with a handful cars only on it. He walked to an old sedan nearby and opened the boot, pointed at it and again rather commanding said 'in there'.
He assisted me getting in, cuffed as I was, once I laid inside the boot, he grabbed a cotton bag and slid it over my head, I was int he dark then, heard the lid close and moments later he drove.
We drove almost two hours, two hours in which I was getting worried, what had I done, why did I do that… Cuffed, helpless, in the boot of a car of a stranger, I did not even know his name, just seen him pass by a few times, driving god knows where to… Yet still… I was horny as hell, my dick in those jeans fighting for attention.
When the car stopped, he helped me out of that boot, but did not take off that bag over my head, I had to walk carefully, following his lead, no idea where to, but we went into some building, his house? Somewhere else? I would not know.
When the bag finally came off after some turns and stairs walked, I found we were in a hallway, dark, dirty, looking like more of a basement than a house. But the bag off did not mean release, instead he kept 'commanding', a first was 'open' while holding a massive sponge in his hand, the moment I opened, that whole sponge went into my mouth, pushing it all in and definitely silencing me as it expanded inside and kept the mouth fully filled no matter what. He then used duct tape, 6 times around the head, covering from under nose to just under chin, that sponge wasn't coming out easily.
But then he ripped off a few short straps of tape and started on my eyes, with a 'close' while holding the first short strip near my left eye, I closed them and felt him apply that strip, carefully aligning it and carefully pushing it over the closed eye, eyelids, basically covering smoothly from just under eyebrows to top of the cheeks under eyes, from just side of head to the bridge of the nose, not the tiniest glimpse of light would pass, keeping my eyes fully closed.
Only after that he shoved me and I followed his lead, into the room of that door we stood right next to when he gagged and blindfolded me, then stood in a spot I felt a collar being pulled around my neck and the shortly after following pull made it clear, it was hooked on to the ceiling and kept me now stood on my tip toes, if I wanted to keep breathing.
Not seeing or knowing, I had to feel, so I felt him handle my boots, followed when he tapped my right leg, lifted it, felt him take off that boot and the sock, tapping the left leg, that boot and sock was gone also. But then.. Well.. If I could I would, but I could no longer… I felt him cut off my clothes.
No regards to what, starting with the jacket, sweatshirt, tee, then down to jeans and undies, all cut and ripped off, I stood then on tiptoes, but naked except a chain on my neck, cuffs on wrists and ankles, tape keeping me mute and blind.
Now that was definitely a no go, no way, I did not want that, did not agree to that, then again, there was no negotiation of any kind in the first place, there was just a 'get those cuffs on' to which I willingly agreed.
I kept feeling more then, he handled my genitals, grabbed, pulled, seemed to inspect, moments after then I felt it, a ring pulled over them, a base ring to a chastity device. But there was more… The moment that ring settled in place, I felt him pull, attached to the ring were padded steel wires. It felt weird and I had to imagine what he did, but came close to it at the end.
He pulled the wire attached with a loop crimped onto the base ring, leading it over my hips around the back and coming then to the front again, looping it through another crimping piece, then pulling and measuring, crimping the waist wired about two inch above the ring, so it remained tight enough over hip bones, then crimping the shortened remaining end around that base ring too. Without cutting tools, that steel wire would not come off and with it the ring stayed, especially as another wire followed then on the bottom of that ring, pulled between legs to the back and attached to the center of the steel wire around the hips. With that wire construction, it was clear that the base ring would remain close to the body skin at all times, not move away, not give at all when a locked dick would try getting hard.
Then the device itself… Again I could just feel, would not know until at some pint later being able to see more, but the first feeling was a stinging pain inside my dick, a catheter tube was inserted and slowly but steadily shoved deeper and deeper, under heavy breathing through nose only, I'd have been hissing otherwise, but the pain wasn't excessive, just a high discomfort during the process.
But this catheter was attached to a steel rod of about 1.5 inch length, which I then felt being pushed into my dick also, then I felt something over my dick head, some cup or similar, not too large, but covering it well, still the pushing did not stop, he kept going. With the stinging pain, the shock of what happened, the horniness was gone at the time, so I had a pretty soft dick at the time, but held stiff by that rod inside the dick, he could push it further and further towards my body and… Damn, this felt as if he pushed it fully back into my body, which turned out to be true, he pushed it back about half an inch before that flat plate on top of the whole construction finally aligned with the base ring around my junk and snapped in place at three matching grooves.
But more was coming… Another cup was added, he squeezed the skin of the top of my scrotum to narrow it a little, then hooked that cup on both sides of the ball sack on to that base ring from the front, pushed the balls into that cup then, barely fitting, then pushed that now hinged cup back between the legs, an eyelet with slider aligned with the steel wire back there, once hooked into it, a slight clicking noise then followed when that slider closed that eyelet around the steel wire.
So my dick was catheterized, a screwed on tip on the otherwise flat place on my front, where my junk used to be, holding my piss inside, the dick itself disappeared inside my body completely, my balls inside a steel cup forced between my legs up touching the steel wire, basically dick and balls, no longer present.
He then worked on the back… I felt him move the wire aside and start pushing something against my butt hole. I wasn't a virgin, but surely did nto have double fists up there either, so what followed was a torment of its own. He had a hollow plug, about three inches long, thick at the base and at the part later inside passed the muscles, the center width still however more than I was used to. However the whole was extremely flexible, he squeezed it down toa size I was able, with tons of lube and massive amounts of pain hissing through the nose though, to get up the butt and the inner part passing the muscles. But then it started expanding of course, the pain started there and didn't go away for quite a long time. It basically expanded to the maximum my muscles were spreading without ripping, still leaving me with the feeling of being totally ripped apart there. What I wasn't seeing, but would be told later, he then injected a solution into a canal inside the rubbery mass holding my butt open, this solution would harden out the whole, no more squeezing the size down to insert or pull out, so that large part inside behing the now fully stretched muscles was about an inch larger than what I could open up, no way to remove that then.
Being hollow though, it then was filled, at any later time that could be a dick obviously, but during other times, it would never be empty either as I would find out over time. The inner opening was still close to 2 inches, so he started pushing a dildo up that open hole in my butt, the exact width of that opening, sealing if well at the end, but also 8 inches long, the base of it sealing perfectly on to the ring holding my butt permanently open now and showing a groove across its diameter, that groove perfectly fitting the steel wire between my legs, once he pulled that in place, that dildo wasn't moving out at all for sure.
Still only feeling, I felt something being wrapped around my neck, over the chain pulling me up and holding me in place, covering basically top to bottom of the stretched neck. Then something else was added over that, I'd find out soon enough, another chain, feeling a little heavier. It was placed and removed twice, later I'd find out it was to measure the correct length and cut it accordingly, once proper in length, it was placed, both ends of the chain then looped into a spare bent open chain link, before that one was by use of massive pliers bent together again and then… That sizzling noise and the burns from the sparks still hitting me here and there made sure I was aware of what happened. That chain was actually welded on, no lock, no opening, no taking it off, a chain that will turn out to look exactly like the one I saw on him.
Cold water was flushed move the weld to cool it down sufficiently before the wrapping around my neck, from underneath the now welded on chain, was removed and I felt the steel on the neck directly. My senses were all going crazy, dick, catheter, rod, pushed back into the body, balls held up behind that ring, that huge thing holding my butt spread open to the max it can take, that long dildo up the butt, all the while blind, mute and struggling to remain on tip toes to keep breathing. There wasn't even an attempt of resistance, the focus on stand tip toed without stumbling and hanging myself took all strength I had, everything else just 'happened', fully registered and felt of course, but the focus remained on not strangling myself to death.
But he seemed to have done what he wanted, as he lowered the chain holding me tip toed, I stood firmly, now barefoot of course, on the cold floor then, once he led me to walk, I finally also felt a lot of the ordeals I had experienced, that thing up my butt felt at every step, but so was the wires holding that chastity torture device in place.
I was led what I guessed out of that room (I was right), and into another room down there, across that room then and finally pushed down to sit on some sort of metal cold chair. I heard him walk, but was not sure where to, because moments later I heard metal slam shut, I was actually in a small cell and that was the cell door, but he was still next to me, just now on the other side of the cell bars.
He started removing the tape over my eyes carefully. Once they were gone and I got adjusted to light and saw clear, I noticed that cell. Tiny, 6 foot long, 5 foot wide, a 2 foot wide and 5 foot long steel bench mounted to the long wall, a steel sink in the far corner, that chair I sat on was actually the toilet bowl, and I noticed no windows, not in the cell, not in the room in front of the cell.
He held that chain around my neck still in his hand, tight around the neck, not to miss the feel of his grip, looking at me, still gagged and unable to say anything, he said:
'You see, I believe as you, whoever locks a chain on a slave, owns the slave, and that chain I am holding now, I am the one who welded it on your neck, so it is clear, I own you now.
You were right though, I am also owned, I work for my master, finding him new slaves, train them according to his standards and customer demands, and finally when perfectly trained, assist shipping those laves to their respective owners then.
I noticed how you followed me every day, so did a little asking around, we are a small town, it is not difficulty to find out what you need, so it was clear you are a tourist on vacation, which makes things easier, making a tourist disappear is just about faking his travels to another country, the search for him there is no longer a concern then, making a local disappear is more difficult, then again, customers love western foreigners, so the price you will bring is much higher also. It was a little gamble with the cuffs, would you voluntarily allow me to cuff you or will I need to force you, my feeling was right though, as you ended up on your own free will helplessly chained up.
Out here is a large mirror, you can later check yourself out, everything that is on you now is permanent, so do not expect that to change anymore. It was a request from a new customer, finding you was perfect timing to match his request.
For now I will not remove the gag just yet, you will have a lot to think of. Tomorrow it will be removed, but… It at any time you talk without explicit permission, you get no food or water for the day. So when I remove the gaga tomorrow, be silent, you will be hungry, it is up to you if you get food and water or not.
You will not get out of this cell for 4 months, also the cuffs will not be removed for the next 4 weeks, there is a lot of slave training that can be done with those cuffs locked on, a lot of commands to train while cuffed, so those will be taught first, in 4 weeks that part should be to perfection, I am sure of that, the 'incentives' I use to ensure that have never failed.
By then the cuff-chains can be taken off and more extensive training to specs will happen. After 4 months then you will daily have time outside the cell, further training but also exercising all that was taught in the first 4 months. Training is finished usually after 6 months. Again, you can be assured the 'incentives' I use work well, you can try, but will learn fast. If master is satisfied with your presentation after 6 months, the customer gets to inspect the goods, if he is not satisfied, you will regret that, another 6 months training will follow, but under hardened conditions, you will suffer severely every day then, the end result wil be the same, you will become a well trained, obedient and wel behaved slave. So anytime you think abut rebelling or disobeying, think of the consequences if you have to repeat the 6 month training.
For now I leave you alone, I will be back tomorrow with the first few hours of training starting. In the meantime, I will arrange your travel to some neighbor countries, by the day after tomorrow, every trace attempted will place you in a country beyond the neighbor country, so far away from here.'
He then just left, and while I was staring at the mirror on the wall out there, seeing what is me, only one word remained over and over in my mind… F*ck!
My boyfriend says if he freed me it would be like breaking up…
So he doesn't… Ever!!!
“Don’t worry mate, we’ll get you back to the hostel.” You were grateful that the lads you met earlier in the hostel seemed kind enough to help, but you didn’t understand how you’d got so drunk. Perhaps the beer here is just stronger than you were used to was your initial thought.
But then you don’t remember what happened next. Your memory was a complete blank until you wake up. It takes you a few moments to orient yourself. You realise you’re not in your bed in the hostel dorm. The floor is cold and rough. And you’re completely naked. As you try to get up, you realise there’s a heavy steel collar around your neck, with a chain leading to a connection on the wall. Steel shackles are on your wrists and ankles. You go to scream for help, but your mouth is filled with a ball gag. Panic sets in, you still try to scream and desperately pull at your chains but to completely no avail.
After some time you hear footsteps and the sound of various keys and locks. A door on the far side of the room opens and a man enters. In the dim light you recognise the hostel owner - a burly, bearded man, tall and well built. He towers over you.
“Good, you’re awake now. The online auction is already underway but the bids always get higher when they can see exactly what they’re bidding on, rather than just the photos.”
You try to scream again, but it’s utterly pointless. “Scream all you want, it will make no difference. In fact some bidders like to see a bit of fight in their potential slaves. They enjoy breaking them down into something more docile. And don’t think anyone is coming to save you. You’ve checked out of the hostel, taken all your belongings and moved on to the next city. Some friends you met at the bar will say that you said you were going to hitchhike there which is notoriously risky. ”
The man takes out some keys and swiftly unlocks your connection to the wall, then yanks the chain to make you move. In your fear of the situation and your desperation from a full bladder, you piss yourself and it flows down your trembling legs onto the stone floor. The man looks at you with a mixture of amusement and disgust.
“You’ll pay for that slave. But it can wait until later. I don’t want to damage the goods before the sale.”
Ooooh, these ideas get me horny. It appears that the motorcycle helmet is locked on and I hope that there is also a gag locked on underneath that helmet. Now the other question is can the visor be opened ? or is that locked ? Love the chain collar signifying that the slave or object is owned. It appears that the Dainese leather one piece suit is locked to the collar, so that the suit can not be taken off. Is the zip for the crotch area locked ? I hope so. Finally are its boots locked on ? This is the one of the ways that I hope to dress my slave when it is allowed out to do errands, shopping, etc. It will have to learn to get along with not being able to speak or remove anything until I allow it. Fuck what the outside world things about it being completely suited up, locked and mute.
Here’s your place faggot. We’ll come and take you out when we need you for something. Otherwise you stay in here. Always.
It was way out in the fields, away from the house, away from the roads, you could scream as loud as you could, no one would hear you. He’d built it not long after he took over the house, and turning you and your wife into his slaves. You had been playing in the kink scene for a long time, but had never met someone like him before. Probably because he was locked up in prison for over twenty years. But your wife adored him, his height, his hair still thick and dark even at age 50, his muscular physique, good looks, and easygoing, gregarious personality. She was the one who demanded that you hire him on the farm, and let him live in the guesthouse.
Even after his dark side became apparent, and things began to change for the worst, and you began to fear his violent rages, she still worshiped him. Literally worshiped him. You were shocked to see her licking his filthy workboots, caked with mud and filth from the fields and barn. Then taking off the boots and smelling and licking his disgusting boot socks, that you could smell from across the room. You were horrified. He saw that, and the next night, you were the one who was forced to lick his filthy boots and socked feet. He held a gun to your head to make you do it, and when that didn’t work, he held the gun to her head. You swore you would never do it again, but it’s been a daily requirement for years now. It ruined your tongue, it’s raw and scarred now, and you have almost no taste sensation left in it.
The punishments began to ramp up, the beatings became more brutal. There was almost always blood spilled now. You didn’t know how much longer you were going to be able to hang on to life. He didn’t care, he wanted you dead anyway, and he wanted to be the one to end you. That’s when he built it. He’d made you dig the hole for it, you were afraid you were digging your own grave, but that would have been better almost. At least you wouldn’t have been able to feel the pain and isolation and terror of this torture.
It wasn’t a punishment for anything, he’d just decide out of the blue to put you into it, and sometimes it was only for minutes. Mostly it was hours, and a few times days. It was random, and the uncertainty of it was torture in itself.
Sometimes he’d just knock you into it, half assing all the locks and restraints. Other times, it was almost ceremonial how he would position you and ensure everything was tight before closing the lid. This was one of those times, and he’d brought your wife along to witness your entombment. After all the body clamps were in place and you could not move, he jumped down on you a few times, landing with both boots on your chest and stomach, laughing at how your reflexes to double up were foiled by the clamps and locks. The head restraints were multiple, he didn’t always use all of them, but he did this time, which was a bad sign that it might be a longer stay.
First was the helmet frame with the pointed little cones that plugged into your ears that kept you from turning your head. Before locking on the eyeblocks and the nose cage and the steel gag, he pulled off his boots. The stink of his three days worn black boot socks was overpowering, even outdoors. He stepped on your face, then brought up his other foot to stand on your face with both feet. Then he made her suck him off while he crushed your face under his full bodyweight. You and your wife were both totally silent throughout this, you had learned years ago that begging and pleading only made things worse, far, FAR worse. He did all the talking, taunting and mocking you.
You skull felt like it was going to collapse, the sharp edges of the helmet from were cutting into you as your head and the frame compressed under his feet. You felt his body shiver as he climaxed, then was relieved as he finally stepped off you. “Feed him” you heard time tell your wife, and you opened you mouth as you know what this meant. She spit his semen into your mouth, there was a large volume of it, and you held it in your mouth, knowing not to swallow until he ordered you to. But he never gave the order, and you still had it in your mouth as he forced the steel gag in your mouth and locked the clamps in place. As a last “fuck you” he peeled off one of his boot socks and stuffed it into the nose cage, before clamping it in place. This made it very hard to inhale air, and clean air was no longer an option. His socks stunk like he’d walked through ammonia and gasoline in them, but you knew it was just his regular foot odor. Then the lid came down, and you heard them leaving, and heard his last insults.
The worst part was the dark. And the bugs. You felt them crawling on you, but at least the ear spikes, eyeblocks, gag and nose cage kept them out of your orifices. It was worse when he didn’t use those. He would come back every so often, as he usually did, to take a leak in the vent hole. It went all over your face, soaking into the sock and making it that much harder to inhale, and leaking in around the edges of the gag, mercifully moistening it and the thick glue of his semen still in your mouth.
You heard his boot stomping the wood inches from your face, “Yo! Shithead!! You still alive in there?” This was the only time it was permissible to make a sound, so you managed a faint cry of distress. He laughed, “Fuck yeah!! Suffer you little freak, I’m about to go beat the fuck out of your wife and then tear that pussy up!!”
You tried not to cry, but tears still leaked out from under the eyeblocks. That was bad, it attracted the bugs.
I picture his socks looking something like this:
it needs those socks in its mouth as a gag - secured in place with some duct tape, Sir
Dan is a cuckold. He is 25 years old and married. His wife, Mandy, is having sex with Dan’s best friend, Eric. Dan has embraced this lifestyle, even though his wife has pushed him to take major steps that would have been unthinkable to him just a few months ago.
She pressured him into getting a vasectomy, and after he had fully recovered, she locked him into a chastity device. She promised to release him from the device once he had earned $25,000 by renting out his body to other men. She told him that the decision was entirely his—whether he would do it at all, and how quickly.
In the meantime, she plans to make him wear increasingly smaller chastity devices until he has accumulated the required amount of money. She also made him sign a debt contract that entitles her to the full sum, with an interest rate of 35 percent per year, should they ever separate. The implication is clear: if Dan chooses not to go through with it and the marriage eventually ends, his financial future would be effectively destroyed.
Dan’s daily life is tightly structured, largely by Mandy and, in certain respects, by Eric as well. Eric owns a highly successful bar, and it was there that Dan was instructed to start over. He quit his position as manager of a local grocery store and took a job as a waiter in Eric’s bar, located in one of the city’s most openly gay-friendly neighborhoods. The clientele reflects this, and Eric presents his involvement as an act of friendship—after all, friends help each other, don’t they. He arranges appointments for Dan and, in return, keeps thirty percent as a commission.
Outside of this, Dan’s days follow a fixed routine. There is time allotted for working out, for cleaning the house, for grocery shopping, for cooking. Each task has its place. His life, once loosely shaped by habit and choice, now unfolds according to a schedule that leaves little room for ambiguity. Everything is ordered. Everything is accounted for.
You've gotten used to being locked away under the bed when your owner's lover visits. The cage is big enough to stretch your folded limbs as far as they'll go, there's something comfortable about feeling the bed shake above you, and the earbuds and remote control toys still let them "pay attention" to you if they feel like it.
Sometimes, instead of white noise through your earbuds, your owner will call you from inches above your cage, letting you hear everything they're doing, telling you to speak up if you'd rather join in, how they know you'd say something if you were uncomfortable, how the muffled noises you make through your gag just turn them on so much, hearing how you're enjoying your place down there.
So it seemed too good to be true one day when your owner told you that you'd finally get to stay in the room while they enjoyed the kind of sex humans got to have with each other. Not only that, you could have your very own kind of sex at the same time, practicing how to top another pup with a breeding mount!
You were so excited that you didn't even mind the straps that kept you pressed close to your artificial partner, the padded leather supported your bound limbs so well and the soft lubed silicone felt heavenly against your sheathed cock. You could almost forget about the earbuds, too, and the tens pads under your suit, and it was so good to watch your owner and their lover trade human pleasures while you rutted into this new tight, wet hole.
And then after the first round of orgasms for every creature in the room, your owner sighed and stretched and you watched them start to play with the remote control. The tens pads started pulsing, making your hips twitch into the breeding mount even before you'd fully recovered from your orgasm, and you saw your owner walk across the room to give you a kiss over your gagged muzzle and lower your blindfold. The last thing you heard before the white noise came back was your owner's voice saying "we needed some privacy, pup... don't worry about us, I'll keep an eye on you and just turn this up when I need to. You're going to be such a stud by the end of the night!"
This is your new underwear. Undress all to piss or touch like a good slut. 24/7.
Take it, Ransom!
The ultimate is control and isolation hood cover. The mouth piece inserted keeps it quit and gagged and the tonge in place the hoses go deep into its nose for un interrupted air flow so it can breath. There is absolutely no reason why gimp property can’t be kept in this for indefinite extended periods of lock down and isolation.
Sir this gimp ain’t experienced that yet
Passes himself off as a Top! In reality is a gimp!! Will be severely punished by its Masters!!!
Leatherclad abduction…gagged…then bagged. No escape. No mercy. 😈
One of my favorite videos ever.
Resistor is a very resilient bondage slave. When I told him he would be spending the night in the sleepsack, he very reluctantly begged for a diaper. The humiliation on his face made me smile! He very much did not want to ask for that. I can’t decide if he did it for himself or because he thought it would make me happy. Either way it does not matter. I do so enjoy seeing him fall into a place of utter submission to me! Such a good slave!