A Blind Date - Part 3

Author: eckie
Title: A Blind Date - Part 3
Date: 08 May 2005

When I woke up it was all quiet, nobody was here anymore, and since I was not sure what time it was I had nothing else but to wait again ... waiting was what I have done the past days only ... I tried to feel my hurting dick with the padded mittens through the rubber short, but the plastic cover prevented any feelings, I would have given anything to be able to jerk off now, and would have given even more to get that plug out of my ass. But I realized that even with the little restraints I was in now I have no possibilities for anything like it.

After some time passed I heard someone entering the room, and shortly after the cage was let down to the ground again. I was let out of the cage and my restraints were taken off the wrists and ankles. Also the hood was taken off this time and even the gag remove. Since I was not told to keep my eyes closed I tried to see, but it took quite some time to get used to open them again. At the begin very blur it soon recovered and I could see my captor finally in person standing in front of me and smiling. My jars hurt, most of my body as well, and I damned that plug and chastity short, but I caught myself smiling back at him, showing him that at the end I did enjoy the times I had so far. He told me then that he owned this club and was enjoying the past days just as much as I probably did. He also told me to get a good shower now and then have some food. He showed me the way to the showers and handed me a towel and told me to make sure I would flush the rubber short as good as I could too, since they were not yet to come off.

I really enjoyed the warm shower and having flushed that short a long time too made it feel a lot better than before. After at least half an hour in the shower I toweled myself off and went back into the clubroom. He had prepared some coffee and a soup for me. He told me that he did not want me to have solid food to make sure I won’t have trouble with the plug remaining in. I really welcomed that coffee and even more the soup, even asked for a refill on both twice. He was watching me during that and not saying much, but once I finished he told me to have a look around, I indeed hadn't really looked around much yet, so I took a look and saw a pretty large clubroom, all sorts of furniture and toys around for pleasure usage, but moreover - it was a huge mess everywhere, obviously there was no cleaning up after all the parties in the past days. He added immediately that it is a big mess and that it would be my job to get it all cleaned up now, but of course I would have to get prepared for it first. He told me to follow him and he showed me al the necessities I would have to use for the cleaning, also showed me all the rooms in the club, there were some upstairs and some more downstairs, and all of them in a big mess. Then he brought me into a room marked "private" and told me to sit on the bench there.

He went on to a cupboard on the side and started taking out some stuff I was to put on before starting to work. The first was again a gag with a tube to breathe, buckled behind my head. Next he added a leather hood, the tube of the gag matching the hole in the mouth, but it had only pin holed eyes so a pretty limited vision. Once zipped shut a padlock secure that hood. Next he gave me a once piece biker suit to put on. It fitted snug and once the zip was closed he added a wide collar to cover and fix the zips of the hood and the bike suit. Thin leather gloves were added and I was expecting some boots to round up that outfit. Instead he added only some heavy padded kneepads telling me that I would spend much time on my knees the next many hours. Then he added that he would not want the leather being messed up during the cleaning so the next layer would prevent that. He took out a thick army protection suit, a one-piece suit, rubberboots and thick gloves attached, also a face-open hood. He helped me step inside and pulled it all up my body. It was a neck entry, so no zips or buckles to close it and before he pulled the hood over my head he also added a full head gasmask over my leathered head. The hood of the suit then closed tight around the gasmask, sealing me off inside that suit proper. Next he applied a wide thick and heavy steel collar around my neck, not too tight, but tight enough to prevent me from taking off that hood and with that no taking off of the suit either anymore. It was about 3 inch wide and about 2 inch thick and pretty heavy. The same style shackles were applied to my wrists, thick and heavy, and the same type he then applied with some difficulties around the rubber boots of the suit. Then he picked a set of chains and padlocked my ankles together with one feet, my wrist with one and a half feet long chain and then added a chain to connect the legs, arms and on to the collar.

Then he said I was finished for the first part of the work. I was wondering what parts he was meaning but he explained immediately that I was to clean each and every room now everywhere above my waist; the floors would come at the end. He told me he would be in town for the next few hours and when he comes back he expected that part of work to be done proper; he would have ways to deal with me if he was not satisfied. I was not to go anywhere in that outfit and also being part of our deal I thought I’d better start going in order to be able to finish that order. He left the club and I started getting the cleaning stuff I needed. It was difficult to walk, I started sweating right away in that thick suit, as well as the weight of those collar and shackles really did their job, but I managed after some time to get that job done proper. Collecting all glasses and bottles, storing the bottles proper, cleaning the glasses and storing them at their place, wiping everything clean, and making sure I do only things above my waist heights. It took me several hours of hard work and sweat to get it done, but I finally managed and I was just about to sit down when he entered the club again.

He looked around and told me that I did a good job so far and he would not have expected any different. Then he told me to follow him again into the private room and ordered me to sit on the bench again. He removed the collar and the hood of the suit, as well the gasmask and again fed me with two liters of water. He told me that if I had to piss the suit would hold it, so I would not have to worry about messing the place again when cleaning it. I indeed had to piss already before, but did not dare so far, and knowing that now I would sure fill my suit soon...

He then reapplied the gasmask and hood of the suit, also the steel collar again but then removed the current chain interconnecting my legs and arms to it. While still sitting, he then told me to hold my hands at my knees and connected them with a three feet chain to the ankle chain, and then he told me to bend forwards and attached the collar with a two feet chain to the wrist chain. The he told me to stand up and with the chains I was only able to stand pretty much bent over and I could hear him laugh. He told me that's on purpose of course and that I’d be better of on all fours or on my knees now. I went down on all fours and it was jut possible then to crawl or sit on the feet when needed. He then told me that I should start the rest of the club now. Since all left to clean is on lower levels I would not have trouble reaching any of it. He would go again to town meet some friends for dinner and be back later and expect again to find all proper done. He turned and left me there a bit surprised, wondering if or how to manage all that work now, but again there was not much of a choice, so I started crawling out of that room again trying as good as possible to move around in order to get the job done as ordered. The first two hours were terrible to get used to the limited movement, doing a proper cleaning job is pretty hard that way, and takes probably 5 times as long as normal would take. I was again sweating a lot in my encasement and this time added to all the sweat was my own piss, which I had to just let go once I needed. I was slowly moving around, splashing inside my suit, the worst part were the stairs up and down each when taking all the waste bags up or downstairs, but after an endless time of sweat and work, I finally finished, all cleaned up, the waste bags neatly next to the door and me sitting on the floor exhausted like hell, waiting for his return.

An hour or so later he actually came back, but he had a couple of his friends with him when entering the club. He did not attend to me at all but just passed by with his friend, some of them looking at me, the others just passing my as well. They settled at the bar and he gave each a drink before coming back to me. He told me he'll have a look around checking now and hopes for me that all is proper done. He the went around the club, disappeared up- and downstairs and after 20 minutes was back. He told me that I had done a good job and he should keep me like that - good cleaning staff is hard to find he laughed. Then he told me that at the end of the yard outside id the dump and I was to get those waste bags out there too and then return to him. He then left back to his friends at the bar. I wondered what those friends might be thinking, but then again after the past days I doubt any of them is surprised, and also I doubt any of them actually knows who is underneath all the coverage here. I took the first bag and crawled outside, it was at the far corner of the yard where I could make out the containers for the dump, taking me about 3 or 4 minutes to get there, and throwing the bag inside was a major effort too since it was slightly higher than I could reach in my chains. I repeated this for each bag, and being almost 20 of them it took me quite some time to finish this job, but finally I managed to be done and returned crawling inside to him sitting relaxed at the bar and chatting with his friends. Once next to him I sat on the floor and he left me there unnoticed for quite a while. When one of his friends needed a refill of his glass he decided that it would be better to have the slave do it and unlocked the chains connecting my wrists and legs and told me to get behind the bar and refill each glasses.

It was a pleasure to be able to get up and stretch again and I hobbled behind the bar taking each empty glass and refilling it from the tab. I was not receiving any further attention from anyone, except when their glasses were empty, and the gag would anyway have prevented any taking part on their conversations. Somehow I was seen to be part of the inventory doing his job. After two more hours of me waiting on them my captor then said to one of his friends that it was time to get to sleep but this guy was to trade in his lost bet. I was curious what that would be but the two disappeared right away in the private room, while I was left behind the bar waiting on the other guys. After some time my captor came back and told me to follow him, we went back to the private room as well.

There I saw the friend of him standing already, wearing a head to toe rubber outfit as well, and as I could make out through the pinholes in my hood, I guessed he was wearing some of those rubber shorts like I did as well. His hood was without eyeholes and the mouth was gagged tightly and he was wearing waders, so I guessed there would not be any further suit on top as I was wearing. He then started removing the chains and shackles of my wrists and ankles, as well the collar was removed, and then he started to take off my protection suit as well, taking into account that it was filled with lots of sweat and piss. I was then standing next to the other guy in my leather suit and still hooded and gas masked. I was then also given a pair of waders to put on. He then placed me right in front of that guy, my back to his front. Then he took out another protection suit, but this time one without boots or gloved attached and without hood. He told me first to get my feet inside and then helped the other guy to get into it as well; it was a very oversized large suit so that we both actually could fit inside at the same time, tight but still fit. Once our feet were in and we had a good stand again he used several straps on our body. The thighs wee each strapped to each other, above the waist we were strapped together, the upper body and as well the upper arms were strapped together. It was tight enough for me to feel the other guy’s also chastised dick pressing against my plug and each more he would make would now stimulate that plug more and more. He then pulled the suit up over our bodies, entering out strapped arms inside the sleeves and closing the zip of the suit. It was tight enough to keep our bodies well pressed to each other. The neck opening was just wide enough to keep our heads side by side tight together. He then added more strapping around out legs right above the knees and down at the ankles, also added some above the elbow and around our wrists. Next he produced oversized fist mittens, putting out combined hands inside and locking them in place. We were now one big oversized body, with the ability to move only together, so would have to carefully coordinate any further move, and the fact that the other could not see at all and we both were not able to speak would make this a real challenge ...

We were then told to get outside in the clubroom again, carefully trying to make a first step, still supported by him on our way, very slowly we made it step by step out there again. A cheering applause from the others on the bar when they saw us coming out there. We were then told to get outside the club and wait at the car, so we slowly step by step walked towards there while the others had another drink. It would take probably long enough for use to get out there so that they could easily finish their drink in that time. I was wondering what was in stock for us in that situation now, but continued to concentrate on the walking in order to prevent us two from stumbling, I doubt we would be able to get up on out own if that happened. Once at the car we stood there, and I was thinking that I would love to ask that guy what his bet was, but since neither of us was able to speak it was useless to even try.

After standing there next to the car for half an hour they came all outside and the two of us were shifted into the back of a van, we cold lie there on the side but not really do much but concentrate on keeping position during the ride. The van drove for about half an hour before it stopped and all got out of it, shifting us two out of the back again and having us stand next to it. My captor then came up to me and told me to listen carefully. We were supposed to walk home back to the club from where we were, they would wait for us there for 3 hours, if we were not there by then we would have to wait till the next day evening for his return. He showed me a path going from the place we were standing and told me to walk down there and gave me instructions when and where to turn left or right in order to get back to the club. I had trouble to memorize it all and luckily he repeated it three times before all of them got back into the van and drove off. We were standing there and since I was the only one with at least limited vision, it was me to start the journey.... we have been driving about half an hour with the car, so walking in 3 hours back would be hardly possible, so we better get on with it, I was just hoping that the driving was more in circles to confuse us and not half an hour driving in one direction away from the club.

I started pulling my right leg slowly first to signal the other to start walking, and he grunted a bit into his gag but tried to follow. Just like before we did slowly one step after the other carefully not to stumble, but the darkness and limited vision of mine did make it even more difficult as it already was. But surprisingly, after what seemed about half an hour we were almost perfectly in sync and walked rather ok. I was sweating again a lot, and I was sure he did as well, since not only the leather/rubber but as well our common body heat tied to each other took care of that. We both were breathing rather heavy though our gags and I would have loved talking to him, but no go ... instead I had to focus on the path - first in order to get back in time, secondly moreover to prevent us from stumbling. On two or three junctions I was hesitation, did I have the right direction in my mind or was it the other ...I did not even want to imagine what happened if I get lost and we end up somewhere in public places or what is worse ... would fail in getting back in time.

I had no idea how much time has passed when I finally say something that looked like the club ahead of us, but since I could recognize the sunrise coming up I was sure it was close to the given time. The last part before finally reaching the door of the club was endless, but once there I tried to open the door, but it was locked ... I remembered the backdoor and we again shoveled step by step around the building to that door, but it also was locked and instead I found a notice hanging on that door. It said that we failed to get the three hours and that all have gone home to sleep now and that we would have to wait for them to return in the evening. We had two choices, one to keep walking or standing around until then or the second to get to the nearby barn and fall into the haystack there for a rest, but in that case we would probably not be able to get up alone anymore and have to stay there all day. I wish I could have asked the other guy what to do, but neither of us could have answered and the other did not even see that notice on the door, since he could not see anything at all. So I had to make that decision, and since we have been (at least I was) very exhausted from that long walk already I thought it would be better to lie down all day instead of standing around all day. So I again indicated to him to start walking, I felt some resistance in him, not knowing what was going on, and he grunted in his gag, but I had no way of telling him. I forced it more or less to start walking and tried to locate that barn in the area. another 15 minutes of shoveling together and we stood inside the barn and I saw that mentioned haystack in the corner, directed us both over there and then had to use some force to get the other guy agreeing into letting us fall down into it. Once we were lying in there, there was now nothing left but to try to get a position where we could both rest throughout that whole day. He did still not know what was going on and tried to get up again, futile attempts of course, and every of his moves pushed my plug in my sore ass and heated us both up more and more. It would have been easier if he would have knows that we have no other choice but to wait, but finally after endless times of resistance he gave up and tried to rest as well. I did not get too much sleep during that day and I guess he did neither, we were both heavily sweating, inside this barn the temperatures were rather higher than outside and our common body heat made it worse.

After a long sweaty day finally my captor and one of his friends came into the barn and laughed when they say us there. They helped us up on our feet again and then immediately fed us both with plenty of water. I cold see the bottle of the other guy empty as fast as my own so guesses he was just as thirsty as I was. We had each about 2 liters or water before they stopped feeding. MY captor told me then about the bet. The other guy said he could make that walk as we did it last night under those three hours, but if he would fail, he would have to be stuck with me another night and day like that. Since there was another small party going on this night we would have to be waiter and bottle boys for the night and then spend the rest in a tighter environment till next day. We were then led over to the club again where already a few people were sitting around. Some laughter and some comments were made about our appearance but then everyone turned to his own business again and left us more or less unnoticed, with the exception of regular calls for refills and regular orders of my captor to get the glasses and bottles in. You can imagine that in our situation every piece of work was exhausting and a big deal, everything to do slowly, careful not to stumble, picking up glasses and bottles with the combined hands inside those mittens turned to be a challenge too, so even though it was a small party with only few people around it was a hard and long work doing all that in that evening. But I must admit that I enjoyed it a lot to be tied tight to someone - depending on each other with every move, feeling each others move at all times.

The evening ended finally and we were ordered to collect the rest of bottles and glasses, in our situation we could handle only one glass or bottle at a time, so it was another hour before we were done. Once finished we stood there next to the bar and my captor smiled at us (well, the other could not see that of course). Time to get you settled for the night, boys - he said and disappeared in the private room, to come back after a few minutes with a large bag that looked like a mailbag or very large sea sack. He ordered us to hold on to the bar and lift the first leg (pair of legs) and step inside, the same with the second one. Once standing inside he pulled that bag all up our bodies, tightening us two together even more on the upper half. He pulled it all over our heads too and closed it with the rope on it. We then could feel that bag being slowly lifted up, just as much to keep us still on the ground, but enough to make sure we cannot fall anymore. Then he applied more straps around out legs to keep them tight together as well. When finished the bag got lifted up further, now completely off the ground and all the way up to the ceiling, so we were hanging tied together sacked together strapped together about 3 meters above the ground, and then I heard him wish us a good night before hearing the door and silence was all that is left. We both tried moving slightly, with the effect that my sore ass again felt each single movement but still my dick as well complained inside his prison, I wondered if my dick will still be alive after all those days trying to get hard without pain and without success ... I was sure the other guy would feel similar, except he had no one pushing his plug, if he was wearing one too. There was again nothing left but to settle for the night and wait for it to pass, however long it will be. I again slept badly, so did he for sure, but the exhaustion since we both were strapped together like that sure overwhelmed anything else and the occasional sleep and doze made the time pass.

Again it was impossible to track any time, but while hanging up there together I could hear several times someone coming and going, I could not tell how much time in-between or what time of the day it already was, but at some point I felt the bag finally be lowered again. The straps were removed and the bag undone and taken away, the mittens taken off and all straps removed so that finally that outer common suit could be removed as well, we were finally standing alone again. I was led by my captor in the private room again and my waders, gasmask, leather suit and hood were taken off, I was told to shower again and then wait here again on my knees. He went back to the other guy and while I had my shower the other guy also suddenly joined, he was let out of his rubber too. We both stood under the shower for half an hour, but neither of us talked to the other, I was not sure why he did not start talking, but I felt it appropriate in my current place as the other guys slave not to speak with others. When finished with the shower we toweled each other off and returned to the private room where I did as I was told and knelt down next to the bench. To my surprise the other guy did just the same next to me, placed his hands on his back and bowed his head. So I guessed he was someone’s slave too, for the moment or for good, who knows, but I thought I’d assume the same position to make a good impression. We were kneeling there for about half an hour before my captor came back in ad took the other slave back outside again. I stayed where I was and could her the others outside laugh and talk with each other but could not make out what they talked about.

Some time later my captor came back in and ordered me to stand up. He then went to the cupboard in the corner and came back with a rubber suit to put on. It was a very thick rubber suit, not like the usual ones, at least 2 mm thick so that it was almost standing on itself. It was well prelubed inside and he helped me get inside. Attached feet and finger gloves and a high collar with some rings all around it. It was not easy to get in but we managed to have my covered in all thick rubber neck to toe again and the zip on the backside shut completely. I was given the waders again to slip in and then he produced a rubber hood made the same thick rubber as the suit. It had human contours so that the wearer would seem to have a different face when wearing it. It had small holes in the modeled eyes, holes in the nose which had a small tube inside to go up the nose and a mouth opening shaped like real lips, but inside also more rubber that would go inside the mouth, covering your lips inside and outside. Also it had several small slits in the neck part, which as I found out then fitted exactly over all the rings of the collar on the suit. Once the hood was zipped shut on my head and all rinds fitted though the holes of the hood a chain was applied through those rinds and padlocked on the back together with the hoods zipper and the back zip of that suit - once again locked inside unable to take it off. He told me to follow him outside, which turned to be a strange feeling in that thick rubber and a getting used to walking in it.

Once outside I saw the other guy kneeling in the middle of the room as before when he was next to me. I was told to get over to the wall where a large wheel was mounted with lots of straps in a body shaped order. I was to step on the pedestals for each feet, making me stand with my legs spread about 3 feet apart. I was then to lean to the wheel and the immediately applied all the available straps on to my body, securing me in place as I was, including the head being strapped on there so that I could not move it away either. Then they left me there and went back to that kneeling slave. I heard my captor ask that boy if he was certain or if he wanted to back out it was his last chance. I was wondering what it meant bout could see soon, the boy did only reply very shot that he was certain and would be please to be allowed to go on with it. I had still no idea what they talked about but then I say my captor bringing a little trolley from the corner placing it next to the boy, it held several shackles and chains and some apparature in the loser shelf. He connected the machine to electricity and then took one of the heavy steel collars like I was wearing before and placed it around the boy’s neck. He applied some heat absorbing cloth underneath the part of the collar with the locking part and then to my very surprise started welding it shut there - if that was a play then it was a tough one I thought, that would take quite some effort to get off again. He then took the same style shackles for the wrists and locked them on to the boy, but this time did not weld them shut, then he told the boy to get up and he applied those shackles to his ankles, again locked but not welded. Next he unlocked that boys rubber shorts and took them off, as well as taking off the plastic device imprisoning the boy’s dick. That dick immediately sprung to action, hard as rock pointing away from him. My captor laughed and said he would need some ice to get that done. He got some ice from the bar and covered the boy’s dick completely for some time, the face of the boy showed that it was not a nice feeling but he did not say a thing. Once the dick was no longer hard, he produced two pieces of metal from the trolley and held them in front of the boy. It was two halves of some sort of chastity belt again, looking like wearing some briefs hen applied to the boy, the held them in place and snapped them shut. It has an opening at the back for the ***** and the dick and balls went on the front through a spare hole. Once again he applied some heat absorbing cloth on teach side of that belt and welded it shut. It fitted like a brief on the boy and with the spare openings on front and back would not have to come off for using the toilet or the boy’s ass. Next he took a metal plug off the trolley. Medium sized but at the bottom a metal plate. he told the boy to bend over and shoved the steel plug up his ass, the plate on the bottom of it matching perfectly the opening on that belt he got welded on, on both ends of the plate a small hole that fitted to two pins on the belt, a small metal pin was put through the small holes of the two pins and a small padlock made sure it stays there. Now he took another metal piece off the trolley, it was the same type of tube that was used made of plastic on me, just this time metal, again covering balls and dick and once the tow halves were snapped together the whole of it snapped on to the front of the belt, keeping that dick locked up upright with nowhere to go. Last another piece of metal was taken off the trolley, like the plug it had small holes on the sides this time fitting perfectly in the pins of the chastity belt and one long pin on each side through the holes of those other pins were added, each then with a small padlock shut so that they would stay in place as well. The boy was not wearing a metal chastity belt, no chance to get hard or touch or feel his dick, removable parts padlocked and the main part even welded on.

I was looking somewhere frightened but at the same time excited to the entire procedure, no word was spoken during it. my dick rebelled inside his prison, and I imagined myself in such steel one too, just without the welding ... The next I saw was my captor using pliers to remove the boys existing nipple piercings - just to replace them with small steel padlocks - well ... not so small since they dragged the boys nipples down quite a bit now. He applied that same cloth around the padlocks again and welded those shut too, they could only be cut off now. Then he added chains to the boys existing shackled, just like I had them on for my cleaning job, hands one feet apart, feet one feet apart and a long chain interconnecting the ankles, wrists to the collar. Then the boy knelt down again and my captor took all tools on the trolley again and moved the trolley back where he got it from. He cam back to the boy and told him to take all his stuff he wore the day before and take the rest of his stuff from upstairs and get it all outside in the backyard as he was told before. The boy got up silently, grabbed his clothes from the day before and disappeared. My captor came back to me and started undoing all the straps and took me down from that wheel I wanted to ask him what that was but decided to remain silent and just watch what will happen. I ***** lead to a chair in the other corner then, it was a chair with wheels on so it could be moved easily. I was sat inside and again straps were applied all over my body including the head, making it impossible to move, not even the head. He told me then that he wants me to watch so I have to get outside too, I was curious what it was to be watched, but not that I would have any say anyway in anything, I was wheeled out to the backyard, where I saw the boy kneeling next to the fireplace, next to him a bundle of clothes, a few small boxes and a few bags.

I was wheeled near the boy facing the fireplace and left there. My captor then started a fire in the fireplace, it was large but I was far enough away to feel only little of the warmth coming form it - luckily I thought, since I was already sweating enough in that thick rubber suit I was locked in. Once the fire was well going he told the boy to start. I wondered what he should start, but say it right away - he grabbed the first pile of clothes next to him and threw them into the fire. He waiting a bit and took the first small box and threw it in without opening it and that procedure went on until everything that was placed there was in the fire and burning up well. After the last piece in the fire the boy went over to my captor, knelt down and held his passport up to him, keeping his own head bowed. My captor said to him, that this was the last piece of the boy's property that still exists now and then he took it. Nothing further said, the boy remained kneeling there and the others watched the fire burning up everything there was. After about 20 minutes there was not much but ashes left of it when my captor told the boy in front of him to turn towards the fire and look at it. He did as he was told and as soon as he was looking at the fire, my captor threw that passport of the boy in there as well, all of them now watching it burn, including me, but obviously I was the only one looking extremely surprised, even if under that thick hood it was sure not visible.

My captor then said to the boy: your life as it was is over, as of now you are here on earth to serve my every wish, to follow my every order, you are now officially my personally property and never to be released again, the welding are sign of this permanence. You future is to be my slave, my servant, waiter, bottle boy, cleaner, but as well my play toy. Do you understand number one? He called him number one, as if he planned on more than one slaves, I thought. The boy just answered shortly with a 'yes, sir, thank you sir for taking me' - I was astonished by all of that but thought of so many of my own fantasies pointing in just that direction, and I was more or less certain that this boy would be very happy with his situation as well. That boy was then ordered to take that other slave and bring him back inside and then assume position at his predefined place.

He came over to me and started wheeling me inside, the others followed too, and once inside I was wheeled in the middle of the room, and the boy immediately went into one other corner of the room, knelt down with head bowed and remained there. I was wondering if he was by nature like that or had been trained to behave like that, but was right away distracted by my captor coming up to me and telling me that it is time to go to sleep. He started unstrapping me from the chair and ordered me downstairs into the last room in the corner. I did as told and he followed me immediately. Inside that room was a large padded bench and laid on top of it was a heavy rubber sleep sack. H told me to stand next to it and then applied a full head rubber gasmask over my covered head, this one with blacked out lenses so I was in total darkness. Then he told me to get on top of the bench and inside the sleep sack. He helped my feet finding their place in the sack and also my arms slide into the inner sleeves of the sack before zipping it up to the neck. He then added a few straps over my body to secure me on the bench. Last he came to my head and told me that I should get a good rest and think about what I have seen before. I heard the door being shut and was alone again.

There was indeed a lot of thinking going on in my head, it was a ritual they performed, was it real... yes, I guessed so, burning the boys property sure made it real, if it wwas a game only, they would have played it very convincing. I kept thinking about the future of that boy a while but at some point fell a sleep, I was sure still exhausted form all the days and think it will take me many days after to be recovered again.

I woke up when I felt the straps on my body being removed and soon after the zip of the sleep sack opened as well. I was helped out of it and to stand up and then the gasmask was removed as well. My captor smiled at me and asked if I had a good sleep, I nodded to him, he then told me to get upstairs and get some breakfast.

Upstairs in the clubroom again I saw the boy behind the bar, on the bar prepared some coffee and some sandwiches - I was obviously getting something real to eat now and not only nutritious drink and soup. The boy was still in his chains as I saw him the night before and still in his steel chastity, but was now wearing a muzzle as well and as I could see it was padlocked too. The looks of that boy brought my dick immediately alive again and I moaned a little from the pain it caused, my captor looking at me and laughing, obviously knowing what went on. We sat there at the bar and had breakfast 3without much talking, the boy making sure our cups of coffee are refilled proper and even bringing out some more sandwiches when they were finished. And each time he was finished he went down on his knees next to my captor with his head bowed waiting silently.

my captor then started talking, he asked me how I enjoyed the past days, they were sure not a standard for a bottom or slave and probably on the long run it could not go on in that extreme, but he wanted to know how much I enjoyed the various parts of it. I told him that at the end I enjoyed every second of it, even if in-between I sure sweared on all of it a lot of times, and I agreed that this is nothing you can do 24/7 to that extreme, but sure can do it often - and I smirked widely while saying that. I was hoping he would consider more visits like that to him of course. He replied that he also enjoyed it a lot, and even though he now owns a toy like that he will continue enjoying it with many others, with or without his slave involved in the plays. Having mentioned his slave I dared asking what it all was about and was told that this boy asked to become his personal slave a while ago and he also had gone through the one or other challenge in the past. Since they both enjoyed it a lot and the boy was willing to make that final step so eagerly they decided to perform this scenario which will officially make the boy his property, giving up his past and living his new future from then on. Since my captor owned this club which ran quite successful it was no problem to have this slave live his future in chains and as slave only, no need to go to work elsewhere or to pretend appearances anywhere else. That boy had decided to leave his past behind and start new as the slave he was. I nodded and said that this is impressive, and added that I had such fantasies occasionally too, but never seen it happen like now, so far have met and known only the part time plays, but I added that I am sure that this slave will be happy with his decision, And when I looked down to that slave kneeling there, even though he was wearing a muzzle, I though I could make out a happy smile underneath.

My captor continued that he already thought that I’d had such fantasies too, most people into the plays we did have occasionally those thoughts, but it is not an easy decision to make, getting into this life and leaving the other behind. I had to agree to it, and told him I would not know if I could decide for that as well some day. He had a big smile on his face when I said that and I asked what he was smiling about, and after a short silent break he said he could offer me a trial to that. I was looking surprised and asked about what trial he meant some more of those multi-day sessions or what else. He said, those sessions are sure part of it, but I have seen you doing a good job with the cleaning too for example, so a trial is not just about being tied up, but also about the serving and working, but most of all, it would include the chastity as you have experienced it by default at all times. I was agreeing that it is not all about play of course but added immediately that I was very intrigued about that steel chastity on the boy, the effectiveness of the rubber short I wear was just as much but the permanence is more likely to be induced by the steel, especially since the rubber short cannot remain permanent on and has at some point to be removed, one cannot live off drinks and soup only I laughed. He agreed, a few days you can manage, but not all the time, but he then added that if I would like to try it, he had another of these devices of steel, so we could try that out as well. I of course agreed, but told him that it is just to try, not to be welded. He smirked and said, yep just to try, and after a short break he added - for now.

He immediately ordered the slave to get the black box out of the backroom and then - for the first time since last Friday - unlocked my rubber shorts. he told me to get them off and we removed everything on me, taking that plug out caused me to moan pretty loud, my ass was a bit sore of course, abut once it was out it felt empty, and I thought I am missing something now ... but when the plastic device was removed from my dick it was more than just pleasant, I was really relieved to touch my dick, rub it carefully, give it it's freedom to move around as it wants - and of course.... got an immeidate hardon ....

He laughed and said that we will probably need some ice here as well, but then told me to get a shower first and maybe even have a good wank, which might solve it too. I was surprised about that but glad to take that order on, went to the shower and did as I was told. The warm water and the thoughts of the past days were making it easy for me, I came a minute after starting to stroke my dick, and how I came.... I took again some half hour in the shower, it just felt great there, and I managed to get off a second time easily ... not sure if he would have agreed to twice cumming, but I did not think that far at that moment. After toweling myself off I went back to the bar and when he looked at me he said immediately that the problem is solved. I didn’t understand at first but then looked down to my dick, and indeed, the twice cumming did its job and I was soft - for the moment at least.

The trolley from the evening before was again standing in the room now, and I could see the parts of such steel device on it, that almost got me hard again, but I tried to relax to make it easier to try it on, I was too keen to try that... he told me to go over there and we can start. He placed the two halves on me and they snapped shut, instead of welding thought he used two padlocks now to keep them in place. He then asked if I wanted to try that plug as well and I thought why not, if I try it then I should try it complete, but asked to be more careful since my ass was still a bit sore. He told me it is different with a smooth steel plug and with lots lube it would sure be ok, and he was right ... the plug was about the same size as the one I was wearing all the time, but it slid in easily and with surprisingly little pain. I heard the padlock click and knew it was locked in place now there as well. Next he took the pieces to cover my balls and dick again, the lower half with space to hold each ball to the left and to the right of the dick pressed to the lower side of my genitals, the upper half carefully fitted on top then, making sure no skin is squeezed, still squeezing my dick and balls perfectly in place, unable to further expand in any direction. One it was shut he pointed it all upwards again and snapped it on to the front of the steel belt, what I had missed out the evening before, there was another two small bars then placed over the encasement and padlocked in place there, holding the piece right in it's place. And last he applied the front shield covering it all up and locked that one as well. I felt the metal with my hand, tested the boundaries of my dick inside, tried to get any feeling of my dick or balls, but could only feel the body warmth of my hand getting through, no other feeling or touching was possible, and immediately my dick tried to escape its prison - of course a futile attempt again, so I started moaning a little again. He looked at me and smiled, I guess someone likes that, he added. I nodded and told him that it really felt great, and by the looks of it, the way it is done it would not even create any large bulge in the pants, unlike most other devices used for it. He agreed and told me he got it made with that purpose, something that can be worn without attracting attention all the time in all-day life. Of course his slave would not have to worry about that anymore, but the original thought was to have it worn by someone in daily public life as well.

He asked me to try it with some regular clothes, to see how it looks like under it. Since I burned my own clothes at arrival on Friday I looked a bit puzzled in his face, but he obviously know what I wanted to ask and added - I have kept one set of my slaves clothes for you to wear for your return home, he wont need them anymore, so go ahead, they are in the private room on the bench. I went three right away and found them on the bench. A boxer short first, some black tube socks next to it, then I put on the pair of jeans that was there, not too tight, not too baggy and since that slave has almost my size it fitted well, next I put on the t-shirt that was there and at last a pair of combat boots standing next to the bench. It all fitted well and when I looked down on myself I found out that one indeed could not see a thing, that belt was really invisible under the clothes. I went back out to the bar and presented myself and he also agreed it fits perfect and nothing is to recognize. He also told his slave to have a look and to see the last reminder of his past being put to a good use now, since I would be to keep those for good. the boys eyes were open wide when seeing me in his clothes but he did not react much 0 neither good not bad, but I thought it sure goes in his mind now what he had done, that he had given up everything for good, yet, I still believed he was happy there n his knees right now.

I sat down at the bar again next to my captor and asked him his name; I told him after all those days I think I deserve to know. He laughed and said yes, you sure do, my name is mike and it is a pleasure to meet you - I replied that the VERY pleasure is mine and that I was really happy with the past few days I had spent here. I also asked if he thinks it would be interesting to repeat it some time, and he smiled a lot, answering that he would like that much as well, and in fact since he runs that bar here he has plenty time, so anytime I would want to I should get in touch. I told him that it might be pretty soon, since I enjoyed it a lot and am hungry for more. He looked at me with a questioning expression in his face and after a short break said that he had a proposal for me. I was curious what it was and asked for it. he then said that obviously I liked that steel device a lot, and it obviously goes well underneath, and if I would agree, he could keep me locked in it for some time even when I leave for home today. I was thinking that it is sure a great offer and told him, well, I can hardly run around with that plug for that long, but he immediately added that he would give me the one key needed for that plug, but the other locks I could not be able to open, thus would have to stay in that belt until we meet again. Again I thought what that would mean, but I sure could make another few days in two or three weeks time, so I guess that would be a great opportunity and told him that I could agree to that. he took out one small key and placed it on the bar and said that this is the one for the back, I would not fit on any other lock three, and if I was ok with it I should try to remove it only when it is really needed, thus keep the plug in the rest of the time, and of course make sure I would not loose that key, he added with a big grin. I said it sure can be interesting to try and that maybe in two or three weeks I could make another few days available. He said that anytime would be fine, so I grabbed that key and put it into my pocket.

He then said it would be time to bring me back to the train station for my ride home and he would mail me soon. he told the boy to go to his place, and the slave immediately went into his corner, kneeling as before with bowed head, and my captor said to me, that he knows when he comes back that boy will be right there at that place for sure, I admired the boy and the captor, it sounded really good between those two. We emptied the coffee and headed outside to the car, I had a last look at the door to that slave and he was kneeling there without a move, admirable I thought and turned to leave.

The car ride was about 30 minutes to the train station; mike bought me a ticket and gave me back my stuff, the phone, pass, keys and some money. The train was already at the station so I stepped in and said I look forward to the next visit, and mike told me that he sure does too, and I should check my mail at home. Then he left. to be continued ...