(Fiction) He picked me up from the train station for my weekend viit dressed like this (minus cuffs/chains).
I complimented him on it, telling him how horny looking it as and how i envied him for wearing it. He grinned, but then we drove off.
He lived in the village about half an hour from the station, but half way there he stopped at the side of the road, telling me:
'You want to swap outfits? Wear that horny gear you like so much? But i have to warn you, if you do, it comes at a price, a few mandatory extras added to you and a surprise later as well.'
How could i say no, i stared at it before and during the ride, so cuffs or not, absolutely want to...
It was not a heavy traffic road for sure, but still, getting naked next to the car right here was scary but as well exciting, what if someone passed... but he also stripped totally, so i wasn't alone on that.
He quickly got into my clothes, all the way, undies, socks, jeans, tee and sweatshirt as well as the jacket and my boots, keeping me wait naked next to the car.
Finally he opened the boot of the car, grabbed into a small duffel bag in there and then... it must have been the tinies chastity cage i had seen so far, mounted on to a rubber waste harness, he insisted and in no time that was locked on my junk, being not too warm, i was soft enough to not be a problem.
But he also made me turn around, lean forward and inserted a plug up my butt quickly, while lubed well, it still wasn't the smallest (to me) and the force used made me yelp out when it passed at its widest. the strap from the chastity harness leading between my legs held that firmly pushed up then also.
Only then he gave me piece by piece his gear. Clearly well worn undies first, well worn white socks to follow, then the pants and jacket, both unlines, plastic, still little warm and damp from him wearing it earlier. He added a pair of black rubber gloves for me also before allowing me to get into his sneaks, then however grabbed more from that bag again.
He made me put my hands on my back and in no time i heard and felt the cuffs forcing those to remain there, but attached to those handcuffs was that long chain, at its end, leg cuffs... and those went over the white socked ankles now.
He then got up and stood in front of me, pullinghhte hood from the jacket over my head, tightening the embedded cord a little before adding a neck chain around it all that would hold that hood in place surel also i thought.
He then laughed,. with a 'looks perfect' he made me walk on the road a a little to 'get the feel' of it. He took a few pics and a clip from that, then while still filming, he ordered me to walk faster, slow paced light running maybe, told me to get about 100 feet up and then turn and run back here.
While i did, carefully... figuring out the right pace to match the restrictions on the chain between my legs now, i did not pay attention to him back there, so was surprised, he was quick, before i reached that 100 feet mark, he suddenly pulled next to me in the car, window lowered down.
He threw a piece of paper out, dropping in front of me, shouted a brief 'see you later' and drove off. What the...
I managed to grab the crumpled paper, unfold it and twisting my arms, managed to read:
'It's another ten miles to my hometown, you may have to avoid possible traffic during the trip, but you have to also cross through parts of the town to get to the destination. I leave it to you how to get through the town, but if you wait until after 2am, then it is unlikely anyone still being out on the streets, or risk being seen when trying earlier.
You walk into town on the main road until you see a large building on the right side, fenced in, at the gate a sign mentioning the name 'St. Quentin Pre-School'. The pre-school is closed for the weekend but the gate is not locked. Go inside and walk around the right side of the building, once you are around the corner you will see a number of lockable steel bicycle stalls.
Enter the third one from the corner, it is open, once inside, pull the door close, it will snap shut. From the street it is not visible. I am going to pick you up at some point, but won't let you know when that will be.
The alternative, if you refuse to follow this, you will have to find me, i am living somewhere in that town, but you don't have the address, not do you have my full name, so good luck asking your way around the way you are.'
By the time i read it all, he was long gone. Walking like this, plugged and chained, well i would manage, waiting then until late to avoid people when entering town is likely also not an issue, that is if i find a clock somewhere, else i have to go by feeling. But the suggested lockup, basically in the middle of that town at a school building... that was something o swallow over.
But the alternative was indeed not a good one either, like this, waiting fo people and starting to ask for help... or not asking for help and just trying to find out where he lived, even more weird probably... There was no way, i was scared enough to be found out as it was and following those instructions, but chances were low to be detected, opposed to being fully public like this when asking for help once someone is found in town. So i decided i'd go with it, find my way, find the location and even lock that stall with me inside chained, locked and dressed like this.
It took time, no watch, no clock, so i 'guessed' when it was safe to get into town, after having walked endless miles with this thing up my butt and those chains hindering me quite a bit, but i arrived that that building as he described, found those bicycle stalls, saw the open third one...
I crouched down and shovelled myself backwards Inside, there would not be too much room left or right, but also the metal from that door, while the box itself was massive, the door had holes all over it, top to bottom, left to right, but not large enough to clearly see inside, you'd likely have to come close and peek through one of those holes to find out, it was a little relief, just in case someone came, if i remained silent, i was not going to be found. Still it was quite a rush when i pulled that door shut and heard the click when it snapped shut... Dick locked, plug locked in, hands and feet cuffed, dressed in shiny sweaty black and then... locked into a small bicycle stall in the middle of a town i had not been befroe, unaware of anything that is going to happen in the time until he'd get me.
I tried to relax and even fell asleep for a while, despite not finding my of a comfortable position inside there. but the ordeal was not over quickly...
I woke up and found it was daylight out there, not too bright inside that box obviously, but what concerned me, i had no idea of time, morevoer, how would he get me out here in broad daylight, especially since i heard noised.. regular traffic, quite a bit passing that building actually, but also voices, people, kids, talking, screaming, laughing, this are, despite as he said, being closed for the weekend, everything around seemed to be rather busy...
I wondered all day long, a little scared to be found, but also scared not seeing him come to get me, either way not being a good thing in my mind, as it would expose me as i was to whoever else was near and around.
It took until late in the night again before someone knocked on that metal door locking me in place, i remained silent, not knowing who that actually was, until i heard him 'it's me, no worries'.
When that door opened then, still all dark, i saw more of a shadow than the full view of him, but he also did not actually order me out of that stall, instead when he noticed me trying to shovel myself outward, he mentioned a 'not just yet', holding me back from leaving the stall.
He then insisted i got down on my belly, head towards the front side of the stall, which wasn't an easy exercise, in the narrow stall and with the cuffs on my worists and ankles.
Once i managed to be as he ordered, top of my head basically close to where the closed door would be, he grabbed inside, too fast for me to realize and react to what he did. He grabbed the chain connecting wrist and ankles, pulled on it, so that my legs were forcibly bent up, and before i could even figure out what happened, i heard the snap of a padlock, locking the leg cuffs and handcuffs together, effectively forcing me into a hogtie.
While i still struggled with this sudden new 'realization', he continued. In front of my face, he dropped a bunch of snack and protein bars on to the floor, all unwrapped already, but also placed a large bottle on the floow, sealed top with a tube leading off that top. it was laying flat and that end of the tube close to my face also. Then...:
'Now that should cover you for another day, a little dirt from eating it off the ground will not harm you. You have done nicely throughout the day, but tomorrow will be different.
You see, Sundays the town holds the weekly flea-market here on this school yard. It's about 1am now, but in roughly 5 hours the first people will come building up their stands. The flea-market means being pretty damn busy all over the place here all day and it lasts until the early evening before people start packing up and leaving again. So you'll be in company of hundreds people at all times and from experience, i know that there will be a few of the stands right here in front of the stalls also, so i'd say you should make sure not to make any sound at all throughout the day and evening.
I'll be getting you out of here tomorrow night then, just in time to rush to catch your train home again. So enjoy another night and day in here in my gear, laters.'
F*ck... he cannot be serious i thought, but the snap sound of the door locking didn't tell me that he was joking. A tough night and even more tough day with lots worries to be found to come...
That day was hell, i heard them, extremely close, i could see often enough those feet, standing not a foot away from my face, on the other side of that metal door, unaware of my suffering inside. I did not dare moving much at all, afraid the chains might be heard rattling.
So when all settled and finally was over, i was relieved, i made it without being found, without moaning form both, excitement and suffering of being kept locked like this.
When he finally released me, well, i got out of the stall and pushed as i was into the boot of his car, driving as 'luggage' to the train station then. When the car stopped and i was let out of the boot, i found we were not at the station, but he mentioned immediately that the station was just 3 minutes walk away, but this abandoned corner was ideal for releasing me.
He then unlocked the chain around my neck, pulled down the hood, but then locked that chain back on my neck, fiddling with the lock a little. Then he finally took off the cuffs and made me strip, he handed me my clothes while packing away his, but i still was locked in the chastity and plug, so waiting for him to unlock. Intead he said:
"The key to chastity and plug is locked on to your neck chain, you will have to wait until you can cut that off at your home later tonight, but you better rush to get dressed, your train is the last today and leaves in 7 minutes. You won't get around it, that 5 hour train ride will happen locked.'
F*ck... 7 minutes, there was no time to complain or debate this, i had no choice, i needed to get that train to be home for work the next day, so i Quincy got dressed and grabbed my stuff that i had not even unpacked, shouted a bye and rushed to the station.... just made it...
The ride home was terrible, the sore butt still holding that too large plug made it a torment, i walked up and down more often than i sat, which pushed that plug deeper then. But in those hours i had a lot time to think about that weekend. it was not at all as planned, for a lot of rim boring for sure, nothing happening, but the rush i received from the risky situations, the rush of being locked in thee, so close to so many people unaware of it, the rsh of not being given much of a choice either, and all that just 'because i wanted to wear his gear'.
My dick suffered plenty during that weekend, but now thinking about it all it suffered even more... i could not wait to be home and get to those keys dangling right off my neck.
So when i finally was back home, i threw the bag in the corner and went to the tool box, cut off that small lock holding the neck chain and with it the keys to that chastity and waist harness.
That padlock in the strap in my buytt crack went first, then the ordeal of getting that thing out there followed. as sore as the butt was, with it being in the border size i usually handled, that took a little but also caused quite a number of sighs, moans and yelps before it finally popped out and i managed to clean up after emptying bowels.
The relief of that one being out was so big that i sat down first, sighing and sitting with closed eyes. But a ding on my mobile interrupted that.
He messaged: 'I enjoyed this weekend more than you can imagine, i hope you did enjoy it too. I would surely also enjoy you to come back for another weekend, maybe with another surprise even, but...
If you actually want to come back, you will have to remain locked and plugged until then continuously, meaning 7am and 7pm you are allowed to take the plug out for the obvious, the rest of time it stays locked in, the chastity does not come off at all. To ensure that, i have packed a little time safe into your bag, it opens at those times daily, so you can unlock when allowed and also proof afterwards that you are relocked with keys in the safe again.
If you do not agree to that, you can just say so and i'll give you the address to send back the items. If you do agree though, i will not tell you what weekend you are allowed to visit again, you will just have to keep patiently waiting until i tell you, but i expect a clip of you locking that plug in again, display of the locked harness front and back and then show proof of locking those keys into that keysafe. You have ten minutes to decide and in case needed, send the demanded proof.'
F*ck really? And while there was an immediately 'nah, definitely not' though springing to mind, my dickl seemed to think differently. having read that, it decided to attempt going full hard, obviously causing nothing but pain in it's still locked on tiny prison. That made me rethink that whole message then... and my dick kept trying, makking at the end the choice for me....
So now i am here, locked front and back, following the 7am, and 7pm schedule for unlock and sending proof of relock.
It's the third week and he finally told me to come by train the following weekend again, he had planned another nice weekend for me... Making me moan in pain from my dick responding severely to it, not having jerked off three weeks already.
But i was excited... he 'planned', so something unknown would be in stock for me again, and while feeling a little butterfly scare in my belly, what will it be, how risky will it be, how difficult will it be... another thought was much more dominant in my mind... I was going to give back the keys for the chastity cage and the waist belt of the harness, only keep the key for the back strap and ask him... if need be even beg for it... keep up the 'arrangement' as it was... waiting locked like this for his call to visit again and again and again....
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