A different way for me to visit the fair

Author: eckie
Title: A different way for me to visit the fair
Date: 10 October 2011

The fair was due soon again, I still had not decided if I wanted to go or not this year. I had been visiting the past few years, always enjoyed it, yet on occasion I wished I would have been 'taken' to the fair the way I took other boys with me. I always stayed a few days in the city and whoever I chose to take with me was my slave for that duration, a servant, running errands, waiting hand and foot and naturally during the street fair itself displayed as the slave he was, usually packed in fetish, chained, gagged, hooded, occasionally even blind, an object that follows the tug of the leash I usually hooked on to the slaves collar.

usually many admired that slave on the leash, envied him, wanting to be him - if those guys knew that I had just the same wish that time, watching all the others on the fair - many boys presented and shown off, many on leashed, in chains, I often picked one or the other and imagined myself secretly swapping places with him, being at that end of the leash.

I met online a guy who was just the same, topping boys in the same way constantly, yet he asked me to be on my leash during such event, well packed up and experiencing what he did to others regularly. We attempted a few times to arrange it but it never worked out, one of us usually had to cancel for some business or personal reasons.

he got in touch once again, asking for this particular upcoming fair and I told him that I had not yet decided if I would go at all, for the above reasons, feeling strong about myself being at the end of a leash this time, not the one holding it. To my surprise he changed his approach of being taken there immediately, telling me that he could do to me what he wanted me to do to him and I could repay that favor at another future fair then also.

That was a prospect I had not expected, but certainly one I liked. I told him that being seen there on the end of a leash would most likely ruin my reputation, so despite my urges I would have to actually think about it, now that there was an actual offer to do it. I had seen many pics of his victims, showing his gear as well, and boy was there stuff I liked, steel heavier than any I experienced earlier, tight chains, hoods, gags, straitjackets, and just like I do, he always used padlocks to ensure nothing comes off unwanted.

He continued that he would make sure I am not recognized, but had to accept that I would not be free at any time throughout the stay there, in order to prevent anyone even guessing I might be the one under the hood, not to be seen at all basically. Just an anonymous slave on a leash. I thought a bit and agreed, if I was not seen at all during the time in the city, nobody could even guess that I spent my time there tied and chained up.

He said he already had a place to stay there and would not have a problem to have an additional person with him, his friends would not mind, they know his likes and additionally I would not take up much space anyway. so we agreed that we meet in that city on Friday, in a neutral place far from the scene, so that nobody would have the opportunity to realize I was in town, he would prepare me then immediately and take me only after that to his place there, so that even at arrival his friends there would not know who I am. He would then make sure that at no time my identity could be revealed, not while being there, not during the street fair, not until I was due to leave home again. I agreed to it. he then named a location, a bus stop far out of town with nothing around, there he would meet me and pick me up then, I should go there with nothing but myself, anything I would have with me should be locked at the train station in a locker, the key to that locked and the clothes I wear are the only things I should have with me.

The day arrived and I traveled to the city, usually I was always using my car, this time, anticipating the plans we had, I took the train then, nothing in my bags as he told me I would not need anything. at arrival I looked up the bus and bought a ticket to the mentioned stop, then I went to the lockers, chose a small one, inserted the money for a 3 days storage, placed my keys, wallet and any other small items out of my pockets into it, locked it and made my way to the bus.

the ride was quite long, first criss cross through the city before it headed out of the city, almost 1,5 hours later we arrived in the middle of nowhere at a bus stop. A few houses far away were seen. I had told him my arrival times and said that I would immediately choose the next available bus, so he knew around what time I would arrive here. not knowing what to do I sat down at the bench of that bus stop, only now realizing that if he would not show up, I was fucked, no money for another ticket, far out of everything, I could only try hitchhiking back to town then, but it did not look like there were many cars coming around here. So I hoped he would not leave me here and indeed show up as promised.

about half an hour waiting later a car stopped right in front of me and looking into the window I recognized him, I sighed in relief and on his wave to enter the car I did. A short hi to each other and his note of let's get you ready was all spoken, he immediately drove off again, just to turn shortly after into a small path towards some trees. We drove inside that little area so that we were not totally hidden but at least off the view from by passers. He stopped the car and told me to get out and strip immediately. I did as told and while stripping my jacket, boots, jeans, shirt etc., he went to the boot of his car and took out a large duffel bag. While I stood in my boxers he laughed and told me that I should get rid of those, they were not needed and I would soon be wearing the content of the duffel bag instead. I looked at the bag again, rather large bag and rather fully stuffed, so that would be interesting then what he planned for me.

he handed me a large plastic bag then and told me to put all my stuff inside, I would get that back when I left for home again, until then it was not needed, making sure that I also had that key for the locker safely inside, not that I would lose that anywhere. I placed all things into the plastic bag and handed it to him; he threw it into the boot of his car then and opened the duffel bag.

First thing he took out was a medium sized plug, not any plug however, but I could see the wires coming out of its end, obviously a tens unit would be part of the outfit too. He commanded me to put my hands on the boot of the car and bend forward, and immediately I felt him inserting that lubed plug then into my butt. It was a size I could handle luckily, so it too not too much effort to have it seated into its place. the next to follow was a wetsuit, he handed it to me telling me to put it on, it was again not an ordinary one, but its butt area was actually open and in the front was a hole to put dick and balls through it, I slipped my legs into it first and pulled it up, pulling the dick and balls through the front hole, then getting my arms into the long sleeves and pulling the suit into place over the body then, he immediately was on my back and zipped it up, followed by a small padlock, he modified the top end to embed a small metal loop to lock the zip to, it would not come off then again without keys.

Now he produced two electric sticky pads and placed one just above my dick and the other right under my dick, just above the ball sack, telling me that he knows in those places it has the best effects on the victim. He then came with a rubber cock and ball sheet which had a small tube in its top, obviously to allow piss coming out, pulled it over my dick and balls, being thin but tight rubber it made a perfect seal over everything and also then keeping the electric pads for sure in their place. I tried not to get hard; thinking of god knows what other things, feeling a bit ashamed for showing that I enjoyed it already so far. The next item he pulled out of his bag were some rubber chastity shorts. He told me to put them on. once I had them pulled up, noticing the zip in the back of those shorts as well, the dick and balls were pulled through the matching hole in the front of the shorts and then he helped to get the cables from the plug and the pads in place also, all of them leading to the backside, coming put in the center of my back on top of the shorts then, before the inserted a thick leather cuplike sheet into the front, the inside of it however covered with spikey rivets, not too spikey, but he warned me that being hard will still press them into my dick and on longer run hurt quite a bit. He then zipped up the front pouch and with the belt looped to the end of the zips a padlock followed, making sure it does not get off again also. I felt the crotch area, the hard cuplike insert made feeling my dick rather impossible now and I could indeed feel those rivets already, not painful, but thinking that getting hard would sure cause discomfort at some point.

What I had not noticed at first was the little rubber pouch that was attached on the backside of those shorts. he now inserted a tens control unit into it and connected the still loose hanging cables to it, stuffing all of it neatly inside that pouch and after closing it, another padlock made sure I would not get to it. He told me it was remote controlled, he only would be able to activate, use or disable it from now on.

Next to come out of his bag was a rubber hood, a zip on the backside, open eyes, nose holes, open mouth, but also a collar on its neck. He pulled it over my head, adjusted it to fit and then zipped it shut, an almost perfect fit on my head now. Then he closed the attached collar and with a click the end of the zip and the collar was locked together, again unable to take that off again now. he stepped back and checked my out and with a nod telling me that this currently locked outfit will not come off before I left again, I was no longer recognizable now and it was a good base to add other outfits as he wished, should he decide so. I caught a reflection of myself in the window of the car and indeed, there was just an anonymous man, rubbered unrecognizable head, wetsuit, shorts locked on, nobody will know who is underneath it. I nodded and thanked him, curious however what would follow.

He did not delay and produced a pair of arm long industrial black rubber gloves, helping me pulling those on, large enough to go up to my armpits, for the hands maybe one size too large, but that would not matter later. he also produced a pair of knee-high rubber socks then, pulling them on my feet and over the wetsuit, telling me that he would not want my sweat drips to wet his boots or gloves at later point, because it was sure that at some point I was sweating more than usual, I could confirm that anyway, as even with just the wetsuit on I was rather warm already now, though not yet sweating much.

The next item coming out of his bag now was a motorbike suit, black, two piece, I was curious if it would fit me however as it did not look too large. he helped me pulling on the pants first, to get them over the locked on shorts was a bit of working together and pulling everywhere, but we managed to get it in place, close the zip, buttons and as well the zips at the legs, giving it a rather tight fit over my current locked on outfit also. then he assisted again on the jacket, slipping my arms into it, getting the two pieces connected with the zip, closing the front zip of the jacket also, again, a tight fit over my current and of course ... two padlocks were added, one to hold the zip of the pants locked to the zip connecting the two pieces and one to keep the zip of the jacket on its top place now. He then took a pair of thick padded leather mitts out of his bag, making a fist on each hand he slipped those on my, buckled them shut and only now he also closed the small zips at the end of the jacket, the ends of those zips padlocked on to the buckle of the mitts.

The next to come were three pairs of very thick wool socks, knee-high, grey colored. I wondered why three and asked him, he told me that the boots he will have me wearing are certainly a bit too large for me, but needed to be able to fit on top of the suit in the way he wanted, the socks will make sure I will have less trouble when walking in the oversized boots later. all three pairs pulled on my feet now and then he took a pair of boots out of the bag, I could see they were indeed very large, size 11 or 12 at least, even with the added socks they would be still large. However those boots were without laces yet. He had me slip one foot into the first boot and then produced a bag with lots of small padlocks, and the moment he started using the first padlock to lock the boots bottom loopholes together I started understanding. Instead of laces he used only small locks, from the bottom all the way up the 20 holes of the boots, and being large meant he was able to pull the boots together as far as needed for the locks, sufficiently tightening those boots on to my feet and legs with each lock added. The second boot was processed the same way and I now was locked tight into oversized boots, 40 padlocks keeping them where they were. I moved one foot a bit and could hear the locks noises, when walking it would constantly be reminded by that noise that I was wearing a whole bunch of locks.

Now he took a large gag out of the bag, very wide, padded tongue inserted it into my mouth and buckled it shut on the back tightly. The size of the padded tongue piece effectively silenced me already now, but the gag also had a breathe through hole, no tube attached, but breathing through it was possible. This was followed by a leather hood. I think to recognize it; I had a similar one myself, one from the Mr. S stock, well made, well-fitting usually. It had only some small pin holes at the eyes, some nose holes and a small mouth opening. He pulled it over my rubbered and gagged head now, and then he laced it tight on the back size, making sure the eyes and nose were aligned proper and the hole of the gag was aligned with the mouth hole. Once it was tightly laced, the also present zip on the backside was closed, covering the lacing and as before, a padlock ensured it does not come off. With the tight hood on the gag was pressed even more into my mouth, now pretty much completely silencing me and there was no way this gag could come off while the hood was locked on either.

He stepped back again and nodded, leather head to toe and nothing will come off without his permission, he said. Having no useable hands I anyway would not have succeeded in taking much off here, I nodded back to him, no longer being able to speak also. But the bag was still not empty. he now took out a set of chains and shackles, heavier than I ever experienced, at least one and a half inch thick steel shackles and collar, a chain as thick and heavy as used on industrial machinery I thought, all interconnected from neck to wrists to ankles.
He started with the collar and I immediately felt their weight, almost pulling me down. Once it was locked on and it had a rather tight fit too, over the rubber collar and leather hood, he continued to lock each wrist into one of the shackles, and then finished with locking each ankle into them. I was able to stand upright, but the weight was heavy to feel and the connection between wrists and between ankles was not very long, so small steps only and even less use of the mitted hands now also. The collar also now covered the lock of the hood.

He stepped back once again and smiled, ready to go to his friends place he said, but not yet. He then took a small box out of the bag, showed it to me. It was a lock box, controlled by a time lock. He opened it and placed the key ring inside, holding all the keys to the shackles and the padlocks used. Then he showed me the timer, making sure I recognize what he is doing, he programmed it on 24 hours for release and then in front of my eyes locked the box. He shook it in front of my eyes then, hearing the keys inside, telling me that nothing can come off now before those 24 hours are over. I would have told him that this would be tough, but unable to speak I could just raise both my shoulders, attempting to show him that I was not sure how I would handle. Then he said it was time to get to his friends place, they would be waiting already with dinner for him, but of course no dinner for me until the 24 hours would pass. I expected to get into the car now, but all he did was putting his now empty bag into his boot and before getting into his car he told me that I should start walking, I would remember the bus stop where we met, he would drive there and wait for me, exactly 20 minutes, then he would drive off. With that he left.

I knew it was not far, as we did not drive too far, but in this outfit it would be a challenge to get there in time for sure. so I started walking, not even bothering about the eventuality that once out of the trees there might be people driving by on the road later and see me, if I would not make it to his car in time, I would not really know where to go from here, being in the middle of nowhere and having no money, keys or anything on me, and moreover unable to tell anyone anything, catching a bus ride in my current situation was not really an option, neither was hitchhiking with strangers.

Being able to do small steps only it took a while to clear the trees and see the path to the road, in far distance even could see the bus stop and the car waiting for me. But the weight of the chains, the clothing tight making moves harder also, the small steps and the limited sight made it a hard task. I tried walking as fast as the situation allowed, but it was still rather slow. I would have to hurry for sure to be in time, 20 minutes sounds a lot for that visible distance, but it is not, you can believe me. By the time I reached the road I was already breathing heavy through that small tube in the gag, and I definitely was sweating a lot already now, sticking the clothes even tighter to my body. But I kept shoveling one step after the other, the car in sight, yet only very slowly getting closer to it. Of course I could not tell either how much time passed.

About half way however I suddenly cramped together, pain, shockwaves going through my butt and my dick, he activated the tens, making it even harder to focus on the walking. I moaned (shouting was of course no option) into the gag, but kept walking, even slower as before however, constantly feeling shocks at front and back. I was about 15 meters from the car finally, thinking I would make it just obviously, when he started the car and drove off. The tens still in action, me looking at the car disappearing slowly. What now ... I tried thinking between those shocks I still received constantly, he would come back, of course he will. Where else could I go in this situation? So I waited... i thought in a few minutes the car will show up again, but nothing happened. I could definitely not walk back to town, not get anyone to drive me there, then again I could not go anywhere either, if he comes back he would have to find me here. So I sat down at the bus stop, my body still twitching regularly on the shocks from the tens, sighing into the gag, thinking all I can do for now is sit and wait, hoping for something to come up...

I must have been sitting there at least an hour, sweating, in pain, seeing a few cars pass by, neither of them was him however, one of them heavy honking when they saw this chained leathered figure sitting around here, no car stopped however, and I was even a bit relieved about it, what could I do or say to strangers stopping and asking me anything, or even worse, what if one would abuse the situation of a helpless chained thing in the middle of nowhere. Finally a car stopped, his car... I was extremely relieved, though not being able to show, still under the constant shocks and not having the ability to express much, neither anger of being left, not relief of being picked up again...

He stepped out of the car and laughed, telling me that he was sure I was pissed off, but I had giving myself to him for the duration, so should accept whatever he would do with me. He held the remote to the tens in his hands, asking me if he should turn it off, I heavily nodded, but he laughed again, telling me that he was sure I would say that, but instead of turning it off, he cranked it up a nudge, making me moan heavier into the gag. but he told me that he had not actually been far away, watching over me while I was left here on my own, I could be certain he would not let harm come to me, but else I was his for the duration anyway. Then he told me to get up and into the boot of his car. I could see he placed his bags on the backseat in the meantime, so the boot was empty. I shoveled under shocks towards the boot and he helped my get inside it. The boot was closed and short after he drove off.

We drove for at least another two hours this time, stopping twice in between, not sure where he went, not really having any indication of the directions he was driving. When the car finally stopped I expected to boot to open, but nothing happened again. The car stood for again over an hour at least before the boot finally was opened again. I was helped out of the boot, not easy in my current situation either and found myself inside a garage obviously. I was then told to follow my friend through a door leading directly into the house, not getting out of the streets now.

It was obviously a large house as far as I could recognize, we went up some stairs and then into the living room area, a rather large living room, and inside about ten people lounging on the couch and chairs. I was checked out by all of them when I entered, some whistling, some comments about the outfit, some felt me up back and front, verifying the plug and the chastity and my friend of course explained the various items I was locked into. Especially all the locks on the boots fascinated several of the guys.

Then my friend shoved me into the hallway again, towards the end of it into another room, which turned out to be the kitchen. Inside on the table were prepared already lots of plates with small snacks, on the counter a beer tap, next to it the glasses. he pointed around with his hand telling me that I was to serve all that now and for the duration of being here, the guys would not have to be on the dry or hungry at any moment, and I was to start with a round of beers first, before coming with the various snacks. I was not sure how well I would deal in my chains with it, but having little choice I started to tap the first beer. it was not too difficult however as I found out quickly to tap the ten beers and place them on a tray, walking with the tray back to the living room however required extra care, mitted hands, small steps, the misbalance with the weight of the chains, but I managed to show up and walk from one to the other, each taking one beer off the plate. then as told I shoveled back and took a first plate of snacks, presenting them to each also, repeating it with different snacks right after and of course, by the time the second plate was presented to all the first beer glass was empty too, so refill was required. this continued for the coming 3 hours - me walking back and forth between the kitchen and living room, serving drinks and snacks constantly, getting warmer inside my outfits, getting more exhausted but the constant walking and sweating, however my friend had turned off the tens at the beginning of the service, to prevent me accidentally breaking some glasses or plates when getting shocked randomly.

All the guys had a blast chatting, drinking, having fun while I kept serving, until my friend finally said that they get ready to go out and I was to wait at the door towards the garage in the hallway after finishing clearing off the tables in the living room. I did as he said and when I finally stood waiting at the mentioned door, the guys already came as well, all dressed in rubber, army or leather, ready to go out. While most went out the front door to a waiting taxi, my friend shoved me into the garage again; together with another guy they placed me into the boot again and shortly after we drove.

About half an hour (as I felt, it was actually shorter) later the car stopped, the boot was opened and I was helped out. We were on the parking lot of a large club, where obviously some party was going on in theme of the fetish weekend. My friend tugged on the chain signaling to follow him and we went towards the entrance, where a line was waiting to get in already. We stood in line, again several comments about me and my outfit, most admiring those heavy chains this time. when we finally were inside, my friend had already some tickets reserved obviously, we went through the club towards to opposite end, passing the bar, passing the dance area, passing some doors to darker rooms I could not see much into and finally arriving at the far end where the others from the house already were sitting, joined by a bunch other guys, a total of about 30 guys now in a large group. My friend pulled on the chain indicating me to kneel down in the corner here, then he attended to the guys, asking around who would want drinks. All the guys named their drinks and my friend wrote it on a note, at the end turning towards me again and telling me that the barkeeper was instructed to put it all on a tab, when I came by to order. I was to make sure nobody sits in the dry again throughout the evening. Then he pulled me up and placed the note between my still mitted hands, I had to walk across to the other side again to order at the bar and then bring the drinks. This once again continued a few hours. Whilst all others had fun, chatting, cruising, dancing, I was kept pretty busy, as there was always at least one without drink whenever I came back from the bar. The air was hot, thick, I was exhausted from the constant walking back and forth also, and naturally the sweat by now was pouring. A few times in between my friend connected a small tube to the gag with a funnel on top and poured some water into it, to keep me hydrated just enough, knowing I must be sweating rather much by now. Each time was indeed a relief, I would have loved a cold beer instead, but only ice water was poured down that funnel (well I was happy it was not the guys piss instead).

The evening went on like that and slowly several of the guys left home or to other events maybe, so I spent more and more time waiting for orders in the corner now. At some point my friend grabbed me and told me to follow. we went across the club again now towards some of the doors I had seen at the beginning, we went into all rooms, me trying to first adjust to the darker areas, with the pin holes only the vision was already limited enough. The rooms were stuffed with playroom equipment, I had expected that he would use some on me but then I remembered, he was not yet able to get me out of anything yet with the keys time locked away. So it was more of a tour to see and be seen, regular stopping whilst he was chatting to the one or other guy, partially about me and my outfits and partially about completely different things. At the end we went back outside of those rooms again and towards the bar.

Opposite of the bar mounted to the wall was a large cage, body shaped and anchored to the ceiling with a heavy chain. I guessed already what was to come when my friend pulled me towards it. And I was right; he opened that cage and shoved me backwards into it. It was not too big either, so once he closed the front half and added a padlock to it; I had very little room to move. He then looked at me with a smile and said he will be back in a minute, leaving towards the exit of the club. It was sure more than a minute, but he arrived back pretty quick indeed, a small bag in his hands.

He opened it and took out a whole bunch of thick leather straps. then he opened the front of the cage and told me to lean to the back of the cage and started placing the first strap around a bar just above my right shoulder, putting it across my chest down to a bar just below my armpit, repeating the same in the other direction with another strap, this way I was stuck on to the bars of the cage with my upper body. he continued using more and more straps, around my belly, waist, each leg separate, the upper arms under the armpits and above elbow, even my neck and one around my forehead. I ended up immobilized, stuck on to the bars of that cage, there was no way to go anywhere at all for me for sure. When he was happy with his work, he locked the front of the cage again and packed up the little bag, disappearing towards the exit again while leaving me here, not that I would be going anywhere at all. I was so to say some sort of entry piece displayed, and since it was opposite the bar, each and every guest would for sure pass and see me at least once for rest of the evening.

When my friend came back he took a sign from the barkeeper and held it in front of me to ready, it said: exhibition piece, do not touch, do not feed. He placed that on to the front of the cage and then fed me some more water before disappearing towards the back of the club again without any further words. there I stood, unable to move anything but my mitted, chained, useless hands, unable to speak, limited vision, only seeing straight in front of me, watching people having fun, passing by, stand in front of the cage laughing or talking about this exhibition piece, whilst I had no idea where my friend was, probably enjoying himself in the club or the dark rooms.

Time passed, unknown how much of it passed of course, and I saw the club slowly getting emptier, I believe I stood there for sure another two or three hours now. Finally I believed that most if not all people had left, the bar was lit up and I could see the bartender cleaning up slowly. Of course I wondered where my friend was, since I had not seen him the past hours, not even passing by.

At some point finally someone stopped in front of the cage, I recognized one of the guys from the house earlier the evening, and he was holding a leash in his hands, at the end of that leash a boy, hooded, gagged, and blindfolded, in a straitjacket. the guy looked at me and asked if I was ok, I could neither nod nor tell, no umm ummed into the gag, attempting to say that I felt ok, sweaty, exhausted, but ok. I sure would have said that I wanted out, but talking was still not an option for who knows how many hours. The guy then went briefly towards the barman and came back with a bottle of water, feeding me some of it again, very welcomed by me for sure. Then he told me that I was probably looking for my friend, the one with all the keys, I umm ummed again to agree, he laughed already however, pointing towards the hooded boy at the end of his leash. He told me that that under the leather and restraints was that friend of mine, but obviously he was in no condition to release me. He explained that he would lock him into another cage inside one of the playrooms now and we both would have to wait for his return the next day, then he left out of my sight, dragging the friend of mine on the leash after him.

About 30 minutes later I saw the guy passing by again towards the exit, shortly after the barman also left his place and not minutes after that the room turned dark. Obviously nobody was left anymore, just me and that friend with the keys ... locked up himself somewhere in here now. Everything was dead silent, some occasionally noises from some machinery, but other than that I was more or less isolated on my own now, immobilized, helpless, butt, dick, and limbs aching and still rather hot inside my layers. But as the hours before there was nothing I could do, so I tried to relax as good as possible, even dozed away at some point, it had after all been a rather exhausting time since I arrived. I did wake up a few times during the time, but finding myself confused at first in this helpless situation I quickly dozed away again each time, so I did at least get some sleep whilst being stored here by myself, I did however wonder once or twice how my friend was, in what situation he had been placed, and naturally, when he - and thus the option for me too - would be released...

At some waking up I finally heard noise, the lights were obviously on, but I did not see anyone in the small part I could overview from my cage. but by the sort of noises I could hear I was certain that some cleaning crew probably was at work, I wondered what they must think seeing me here, but in the coming hour several guys passed, not even taking any notice of me, maybe it was not so special to find someone locked in here during their job.

At some time suddenly the guy from the day before and two others stood in front of the cage. first feeding me some water again, more than the last time, and I definitely could use that again, thinking to myself that I sweated probably so much until now that I did not actually feel the need to piss yet. Then he explained that there will be some market in the backyard later the day and I would make a center piece of decoration there, together with my friend, who had already been placed there last night. the three of them then first lifted the entire cage with me inside a little up, one of them unhooked the cage from the chain holding it to the ceiling and then the cage was turned horizontal and carried by the three, being still attached to the cage completely I could just take it as it was, wondering however where they would take me now, being able to just stare upright towards the ceiling I could not tell yet.

Obviously the cage was carried towards the back end of the club, through a door there and into the outside; I did not know about this backyard but could make out lots trees from my view so far. When they finally stopped the cage was placed upright again, me facing towards a wall, I could not tell if it was the one of the club itself or any neighboring house. I heard several people talking, working, obviously preparing that mentioned market, whatever market it would be. Finally two guys came back and lifted up the cage again, now carrying me towards the middle of that backyard and when they turned the cage around at some point I saw the rest of the yard. tables, benches, two small stands for either food or drinks were placed, quite a handful people seem busy working on all of that and ... my friend, where the guy said he had been placed the night before... about 6 feet off the ground, supposing in an added suspension harness hanging off a large branch of one of the trees in that backyard, still as the night before in hood, gag, blindfold and straitjacket, but his legs wide spread in a spreader bar also. if he spent the night like that I was sure he was not having much sleep like I had also, but the view of it made me even a little horny, immediately imagining myself in that situation, weird when thinking of being in a helpless situation already for quite some time.

the cage was placed about ten feet away from that friend on the ground and I could then hear chains handled, hooked on to the top of the cage and shortly after some chain was pulled, I could just make it out in the corner of my view and my cage was lifted up to hang off a large branch of another tree until I was about the same height as my friend, which I then had exactly in my view. from then on no further interaction was felt or heard, obviously the guys went on with their preparations, or who knows, they might have left also, I could no longer see anything below happening, so if I was indeed left here as decoration, I would not even see any activities, people or whatever would happen below me for as long as I was up here.

when time passed I could slowly hear a larger crowd in the yard, chats, talking about what I think items they saw, want to buy, boys they had, wanted, will have, all sorts of talks, obviously that market was well visited, yet nothing I could participate in any way to. It must have been another few hours again before the noises got less and again quite some time before the cage was finally taken down again. When the cage was firm on the ground I could also see that my friend was taken down from his suspension. While I was just left as I was standing in a now half empty yard with people still clearing out the rest of it, my friend was released from the spreader bar on his feet and taken away.

It was probably another half hour or a bit more before the yard was completely empty and nobody but me inside that cage was obviously left, but shortly after that I sighed, seeing my friend, now completely released standing in front of the cage with a big grin on his face. either he did enjoy his prior treatments that much or was just grinning about me still being in the cage as he left me, having to just wait for what comes. But he then unlocked the cage door and started undoing all the straps keeping me attached to it. slowly I gained more freedom to move, of course still in the heavy chains and after that long time immobile I was a bit weak, so once all straps were gone I had to be careful when my friend pulled me out of the cage, walking just a few steps and then trying to get a more firm stand on my own feet.

my friend asked if I was ok to walk to the car and I nodded, hoping that we would get back to the friends home and me out of this situation, now being rather uncomfortable, aching in most parts of the body, especially the jaw with the gag being in that long and naturally also dick and ass being not treated too well since I had arrived.

we slowly then walked through the club again, a few people sitting around, leftovers from the market I thought, but I did not really care much for it, trying to make my way in slow steps following my friend. When we finally arrived at the car, he helped me into the boot again, lid closed and we drove off. I almost fell asleep in the boot, the position in there seemed even comfortable compared with the immobile standing position I had spent the night in. when the car stopped and the boot opened, we were back in the garage as the day before, I was helped out of the boot and followed my friend into the house again, but not into the living room as the day before, instead he made his way with me following him into a basement. once down there I saw several doors, we entered one of them, a small room, pretty plain, a table, two benches, two chairs, one small cupboard, and another two doors in it. I also saw a few bags standing in one of the corners.

my friend told me to stay put where I was and went towards the bag, they seemed to be is I thought and to my relief I saw him come back with his little time locked box, with a big smile shaking it in front of my face, telling me that the time passed and it could be opened again, I successfully had spent my 24 hours already. I could not tell if it was 24, 20 or 30, time means little when you are in such situation as I spent it. he opened his little box then and took out his keys, starting now to unlock piece by piece off me, the chains and shackles to begin with, but also of course hood, gag, most of all the endless locks on the boots and further on until I stood in the unlocked chastity shorts over the wetsuit and still wearing the rubber hood. He then helped me out of the chastity shorts also, removed the cocksheet, the pads still sticking to my dick and telling me to bend forward he also removed the electric plug, that however was the most painful at that moment, it had been settled in there too long already. but when it was finally out with a loud moan of myself and him just laughing, I was glad to be able to move more easy, feel relieved to have it all removed. He had also unlocked the rubber hood and the wetsuit, but not taking it off. He told me then that this door - pointing at one of the two in the room - leads into a small shower. I was to get in, then be able to take off the hood and suit and have a long shower. He would lock the door however, in order to prevent anyone accidentally looking inside and possible recognizing me, he promised nobody but he would ever know who I am. I agreed, went inside the shower and did as he told me.

I spent at least 40 minutes under the water, feeling slowly getting back myself, wondering however what he planned next. after I had toweled off I also saw the toilet in the room, not having used one the past 24 hours I knew I should best make use of it now, so I did and after finishing my business I just stood there not knowing what to do. a short while later I heard my friend at the locked door, telling me to put on the wetsuit and the hood again, as he told me that those were my standard for the weekend and nobody else could see me again then. the suit was still damp, my sweat still inside it, so was the hood, but it did also arouse me somewhat, my dick trying to point upward now that it was free to do so. When I finished I knocked on the door, it was unlocked and I got back out to my friend.

He immediately placed the locks back on the suit and the hood, making sure I no longer can decide when they come off again. I also now saw on the table some food and drink, he had me get it now while he went back to his bags, taking out several items again. after I had finished he told me to get up and again bend forward, the previous electric plug went in again, this time with again a bit more pain than before, but I managed to get it settled again quickly. The pads on my cock went back on and so did the rubber short holding all in place.

Then he took a one piece rubber suit, hood, gloves and socks attached and helped me get inside. Once the feet were in place he pulled it up my waist, carefully leading the wires towards the back and then I saw the cocksheet embedded in the suit also, my cock being slid in place there now also. The wires were now attached to the unit and the unit placed into the former small pouch again, that pouch kept on my lower back now while he pulled up the suit to my shoulders. My arms went into place inside their sleeves until my fingers settled proper in the attached gloves before he pulled the hood over my already hooded head, I noticed now the breathe through gag embedded into it, he shoved it into my mouth, made sure the nose holes were proper aligned, but this hood did not have any eyeholes, so I now was in total darkness. He zipped the suit up then and I could hear the click of the lock keeping it in place for sure again also.

I was again helpless already now, so just stood there waiting. he then grabbed a pair of rubber chest waders, sat me down and helped my feet inside, stood me up again and pulled it up, reaching almost to my armpits now. The shoulder straps in place held it in place then. now he grabbed a heavy rubber straitjacket, told me to stretch my arms to the front and helped them into the sleeves, closed it on the back, zipped it, buckled it, and again I could hear padlocks making sure it stays on, before he crossed my arms in front, through the loops at the side and buckled and locked them on the back. an extra strap in the front over the crossed arms made sure they stay in place also, then finally using the two straps from back through the crotch, buckling and of course locking them in place, I stood now helpless, sealed and locked in rubber head to toe, waiting for the unknown.

Now he took a tough rubber mask out of his bags, an endless pot of kinky toys. It was at a very thick item, at least 5-8 mm thick rubber, an alien like shape on the front without any visible openings. on the inside a tube running, front a connector piece where the mouth (or breathe through gag in my case) is along the sides of the hood all the way to the top, where they then actually ended, allowing to suck in air, so even if it looked completely sealed, the hood naturally allowed still breathing and even feeding fluids through those two small openings at the top of it. He placed it over my double hooded head then and slid it into place, ensuring the tube connected proper to my gag before buckling it on the back and as with everything before, each buckle received a small padlock also. My hearing now also was definitely heavy impaired by the thickness on top of my ears. He then took again a very heavy and thick steel collar, the moment he put it on my neck I could feel its weight, knowing it must be rather big and thick for sure, he locked it immediately and then continued with similar thick steel shackles, taking some work to get them over the boots of the waders I was wearing, but he finally managed and locked them in place also. the interconnecting chain was just about one and a half foot long, so will not allow any large steps again. Another shorter chain was now locked on to the collar and immediately he pulled on it to have me follow him.

blind, almost deaf, sweating in the rubbers, large parts of myself immobilized I had to be careful, walking the small steps in the direction the chain pulled now, but I did manage of course. He dragged me upstairs again, the steps of the stairs meaning a challenge of course, with the short chain on my feet and having to completely trust the direction of the pulling on the chain, so naturally it took some time to be upstairs, on the flat ground it got a little easier then again. I was lead back to the garage, helped into the boot of the car once again and after the lid closed it was all silences again. Nothing happened for quite a while now.

He went back to the house actually, had breakfast with his friends and they chatted about the past night and the coming day and a lot of other things. Then they got ready themself, getting dressed up for the visit to the street fair. About two hours had passed with me just waiting in the boot of the car, and then the car was started and began to move. not really having any orientation made it hard to guess where we went, at the begin it was more steady driving, then it seemed to be slower, seemed to go around a lot of corners, feeling several street bumps, in fact he was looking for some parking space as we were close to the fair at that time then already. Finally the car stopped. The boot was opened and more than two hands helped me getting out of it and stand on my feet.

I thought to make out my friend talking to others, yet not really understood anything under my several hoods. Suddenly the tens set it, both on my dick and as well in the ass, not heavy, not painful, but I could feel varying rhythm in the signals. He had set it to random on both ends now and that was to stay on for the day. Then a tug on the chain and I moved to follow it. We went from the car towards the street fair now.

I thought to hear some noises and music get a bit louder, yet still not really understanding anyone or being able to make any determination as to what direction all came from, were we in the middle of it already or still closing in ... I could just balance myself following the pull of the chain, try to focus on my steps with the short chained feet. The following hours I either walked following the tug of the chain, stood still or was pulled down on my knees to remain still, not much else for me to do. I did feel hands touching me, I did think to hear my friend or someone else chat next or around me, without understanding what was spoken however. I was certain that we were right in the middle of that street fair most likely, I could not have told however, but I was in fact visiting that fair without knowing or seeing anything at all. The tens did its job continuously, sometimes soft, sometimes strong shocks going through my dick and butt, some causing me to moan into the gag. Not sure if anyone around would hear those though. Occasionally while kneeling I was fed water, I noticed and learned fast, each time my friend patted my head three times, shortly after some water was poured into the tubes, short sips to allow breathing in between the sips, he certainly knew how to do that right.

what actually happened, yes we were on that fair, my friend walking through it with me behind him, whenever he met people to talk with was where I either stood of knelt waiting, talking about anything and nothing or talking about that packed up toy at the end of his chain, simply enjoying and having fun on the fair while I was isolated in my own tied up world following blindly (literally) his path. I did not know what time it was, what time we left the garage, how long we were here already. It had already been late afternoon however, so my friend decided for some dinner with his friends in one of the restaurants here in the street of the fair. I would not participate naturally, all I could get was fluids through the tube, and nothing else was available for actual feeding. but my friend did not actually plan on having me participate the dinner anyway, instead he chose a lamp post right in front of the restaurant they had chosen, lead me with my back towards it and with just three straps made sure I would stay in place, one around my legs, keeping them tied to that pole, one around my hips, pulling me tight on to the pole and one more around my neck. those now made sure I would not move around or away at all, and in his natural habit, each strap was padlocked too, so nobody but him could take me off that pole either.

They chose a table with a view on to that pole, so he could keep watching over me while I was left there, but other than that they did not pay attention to that victim standing out there waiting. They took their time for dinner; I was left there over two hours. People passing by, some laughing, some taking pictures, some standing right next to me having their picture taken, a small attraction obviously, someone packed up like I was and stood restrained to that pole doing nothing but wait. I just was there, unable to do anything, moaning into my gag occasionally when the tens was sending stronger shocks in between, well I did piss into my rubbers twice already and another came just now, where else would I have it go in my situation...

finally the straps were unlocked and I was taken off that pole, just to feel the known patting on my head and immediately again more fluids coming into my mouth, as before just water, enough to feel better again, of course I had been sweating constantly so he knew I needed fluids regular. a pull on the chain again made me start my slow steps following him, I did notice the squishing inside my legs, where the sweat and piss had collected obviously, I was not sure if others would hear that though, the noise of the rattling leg chain might have masked that.

We actually went to a nearby club now, they wanted to visit there and have some drinks and fun. once we arrived and went inside, difficult for me however inside then to follow the tug of the chain, as it seemed very crowded, so in my limited ability I had to be careful not to fall over, we obviously made it through the club towards another end of it, where my friend then placed me stand with my back against some bars and using the known straps immobilized me on to those again. After a short while of nothing, I did hear music but obviously could still not make out any talking, the usual patting of my head and again water, nice cold, pouring down the tube again. Just now I realized how hot it has gotten in those minutes of waiting, of course inside such blub it is usually rather warm, add that to the layers I was locked into, sweat kept pouring down my body now.

for the next two hours I did feel hands touch me, hands grab my encased dick, felt some strange patting of the head and the known three times patting followed by more water. but other than that I was just standing there, trying to figure out if someone was close, who might be close, thinking of what my friend might or might not be doing right now, even trying to figure out by tracing the steps we made if I might know what club we were in, but that failed of course, since I had not at all knows from what direction we approached the fair in the first place or where I had been lead following the chain all day and evening.

Finally the straps were removed and a tug on the chain again made me follow, again through the crowd and out of the club. we went back to the car, as before I was placed into the boot again, but they decided to have a snack somewhere close, so I was just left there for another almost hour waiting before the car finally started and drove off. Once back in the garage I was left in the boot another half hour before finally the boot got opened and I was helped out, lead once again downstairs into the same room we had been before. I stood there for a short while, hearing some mumbling without understanding anything of course, my friend talking to the hosts and then they went off upstairs, I was alone with my friend again now. then he started to undo everything, get the chains off my legs, the collar, the hood (a small relief yet still...), the straitjacket came off and I was immediately stretching my arms, after that long time unable to move them, the waders came off and I hear my friend laugh about the sweat and piss he noticed inside the rubber suit now also of course. then I was lead into the shower and helped out of the one piece suit also, the fluids splashing into the shower now, the plug was removed as well, and so was all the rest, until I stood finally naked, fresh air on my skin, able to see, hear and even speak (with a heavy aching jaw). My friend told me to have a good shower, flush out the rubber also and then get back into the wetsuit and hood, and then he left.

I did not know what time it was, there was no clock in the room, but I assumed it was late for sure, but it was a relief to have that shower, feel the water poor down on my skin instead of seat and piss. I took my time for that shower, it felt too good, but finally got out, used the toilet again now that I had the opportunity and then got back into the wetsuit and hood, getting harder to put it on however, soaked in sweat as it was. When I got out of that shower, as last time the locks on suit and hood went back immediately, I also saw again some food and water on the table, he told me to sit there and take it. Of course I was very hungry and also cherished lots of that water, not being able to just eat and drink as you usually want makes such simple food/drink on the table a luxury that you definitely value.

In the meantime my friend disappeared into the other door in that room, when he came back I was just finished and he immediately told me to follow him, we went inside that room now together. My dick responded immediately, a playroom of the finest inside, cross, bench, sling, hooks, winches, and tons of toys on the walls, able to provide probably days of endless fun to use all of that. on one side of the room I saw a large bench, all black, padded top, a couch to sit on, but when my friend went there he opened the top of it, revealing the inside being emtpy, nicely padded as well and I could see all the hooks inside, it was very obvious that it was made to lock someone inside there, and since he opened it, I was sure to be that one now.

He took a prepared lump of rubber off a table now and unfolded it; it was a rather heavy rubber sleepsack. he placed it into that box now and told me to get in, holding the sleepsack open at the feet end he had me step into it and then started pulling it all the way up my body, helping my arms inside the prepared inner sleeves, pulling it over my shoulders and then zipping it shut. then he took a full head gasmask rubber hood and pulled it over my head, sipping it shut on the back and tucking its neck into the top of the sleepsack, once again head to toe sealed in. then he helped me to lay down inside that box and immediately started using lots of straps to fix that sleep sacked body on to the hooks inside that box. From the ankles to the neck, just about one hand wide in between one after the other strap was added and locked, sufficiently making any movement impossible for me then. Then he connected a tube to the gasmask and the other end on to a connector at the side of the box, allowing me to breathe through that now.

he stood at the side now and looked down on me with a big evil grin on his face, then he told me that his night rest was on top of that box, he would sleep like a bay knowing me locked underneath his bed rest for the night and without delay then just closed that lid, I heard the latched being closed and padlocked and from then on it was silence again. He now actually prepared his bed rest on top of the box and then went upstairs again, having a final drink and chat with his friends there, knowing me well stored and waiting. I did not actually hear him come back and get on top of that box to sleep, I was exhausted from the day and managed to fall asleep inside that box, compared to the time before, this was the most comfortable bed I could have wanted so far.

When I woke up again - not knowing what time it was but feeling rather rested compared to the days before, I thought to hear people outside of that box. I waited but no attempts were seen to get me out, instead I could hear several people, obviously having fun with the toys in that playroom. I heard chains, I heard laughter, I heard moans, I heard exciting whims and cries, probably some paddles or similar also. It went off for at least two hours more, it might have started already while I still slept, I could not know, but whoever was out there definitely had lots of fun while I was left to stir in the box.

finally after endless waiting, getting horny thinking of all the things they did out there without me, wanting to be part of that rather than being stuck in this box, the lid opened, the straps were removed, the hood and sleepsack opened and I was helped out. I was alone again with my friend in that playroom, but looking around I could see that a large part of the toys and tools had been used, spread all over the room now. my friend places without delay a heavy muzzle on my head and locked it again before putting me back into the heavy shackle combination I had been in at the begin already, then just told me to clean up the mess and he would be back later, with that he left the room and me stand there somewhat puzzled. I had hoped to be subjected to some of those toys by him now but that was obviously not his plan. So I had little choice but started to do as he said.

It took some time of course, the restriction in movement by the chains but mostly for not knowing where things belonged, so I had to look, figure out, find my way to everything. I was at least busy for an hour before the room looked proper again and by that time my friend just returned also, he looked around and approved, then removed the muzzle and told me to eat, pointing out to the other room, where on the table again I found some breads and this time next to the water also a coffee - a life saver I thought, having missed that the past days a lot. I sat down and took my actual breakfast now; my friend in the meantime seemed to pack up his bags. I still did not know what time of day it was, but obviously it was time to get packed for him, and most likely myself too.

when I had finished, instead of getting out of the hood and wetsuit my friend took me into the playroom again, he immediately put a blindfold on me and inserted a gag, then a collar was locked on my neck and hooked on to a chain off the ceiling, forcing me to stand upright. Then he started to open the wetsuit and pull it down, just down to my knees however, not taking it off yet. I assumed there would finally still be some playtime in this playroom now so actually smiled under my hood and gag.

he then produced a chastity belt, telling me he had received it from one of his friends as this one should actually fit me well and wanted to see if that was true. the first I felt however was pain, not really pain, but I thought at first so, he used a bunch of ice cubes to make sure my dick gets soft from its semi hard stage, at the end I had been horny a lot and not yet cum in the weekend. Then with some lube applied I felt him insert my dick into a tube, handling the belt to get it on my body, and finally lock it shut. It was tight enough yet not cutting anywhere into the skin, so definitely something one could say fits well enough. Not easy either to find such belts that fit proper enough on strangers, but this one did the job. He then patted the steel tube with my locked dick and told me that this one was nicely tucked away now. I always enjoyed such belts so it got me horny again, but of course, I found immediately that this belt does its job just fine. Then my friend pulled the wetsuit right back up and closed it, back to where I was before, just now with an added steel belt underneath.

He then took off the collar and freed me from standing upright, removed the blindfold as well and told me to follow out to the other room again. Once there he tossed the bike suit towards me that I wore at the beginning also, telling me to put it on. I managed to get it on and it was followed by the same tall boots, just this time it was not locked by the endless number of padlocks again, instead he used black zip ties, locking from bottom to top each pair of lace holes together tight and cutting off the overhead. From far it would look like being laced now, though of course those ties would have to be cut off to get out again. with the gag still in place he now added a thick leather mask with only pin holes at the eyes on top of my still rubbered head, tucking its neck into the bike suit, then adding a chain around my neck and locking it with a large padlock also. Then another zip tie was used to lock the bike suits zip to that chain. Without cutting tools nothing can be taken off again. A pair of rather thick biker gloves was added and zip ties used to make sure they stay on also. Then he told me to get my hands on the back, he used a whole bunch of zip ties then there to tie my wrists together.

We went then upstairs to the garage again where I was again placed into the boot of the car, shortly after the car moved. I was not sure where we went, and not knowing what time it was I started thinking about my return home, if he knew what time I had to be free again, but I trusted him all weekend, so no reason not to trust now either. We drove quite a while before the car stopped, after having driven the last parts over quite bumpy roads. Right after he stopped the boot was opened and I was helped out. I could see we were in the middle of nowhere again, and in the middle of some woods. He lead me a few steps away from the car and told me to get down on my belly. the moment I lay there he immediately crossed my ankles and used again a bunch of zip ties to make sure they stay together before bending them up to my butt, he sat on them even to make sure they are tightly on my butt and close to my zip tied wrists, just to use another bunch of zip ties connecting wrist and ankles tight together. The thick gloves and the leather of the boots made sure those zip ties do not cut into the flesh, but it was a very tight hogtie that I found myself in now, in the middle of nowhere, packed up on the ground.

Then he came into my vision, and told me to look over there, pointing in a direction away in front of me. The ground was going slightly uphill and somewhere further up there he told me to look at the two trees winded into each other, asking if I saw them. I nodded, still being gagged tight also. those trees were about 700 to 800 meters away, after that it would go slight downhill again, but from those trees it was possible to see down and recognize further away a bag at the bottom of another tree, inside that that bag I would find first my own bag, the one he had retrieved from the locker earlier already, but as well some pliers to cut the zip ties. once I was free I was to get out of all the stuff I was wearing and place it into that bag, leaving it there, and then I could make my way back to here, follow the path here back to the road where I would find a bus stop again to get back to the train station for my way back home.

I grunted into the gag in protest, not wanting to have to do that now and also of course fearing I might miss my train back home, but he continued that he would not tell me what time it was, but if I hurried and did not waste time, I should just be right to catch my train, yet there was no real time to waste for me. Having said that he just left and right after I hear the car start and drive off. he obviously prepared this before and would pick up his bag later, maybe he would watch me struggle, maybe not, I would not know right now, but he told me I would have to hurry, so better start working. I tried moving, but hogtied as I was it was hard work to move at all, even harder to move forward towards that tree, it was certainly not helping either that he tube of the chastity pressed on my dick constantly during these attempts.

In the first about ten minutes I did not move much forward, and exhausted myself rather quick, before I finally seemed to find a way to wind myself in order to get actually forward and not just struggle in one place. I kept focus on those trees and worked, worked hard on every inch of movement, one would not think that 700 meters is far, until having to crawl it in such packed up way. Several times I was just too exhausted to move further, taking short breaks, aching already everywhere again, but I kept going on, knowing he told me that time might be an issue for me also. I could not tell was it half an hour, an hour, two ... once reached the top and seeing that mentioned bag, continuing down there - all that took ages, at least it felt like spending all day here already.

When I finally reached that bag I was dead exhausted, yet still not finished. I tried grabbing and opening that bag, with thick gloves and in a hogtie that alone is a challenge also already. Finding those pliers again was not easy, taking quite some time before I realized they were actually on one of the outside pockets of that bag. handling the pliers in order to cut the zip ties once again turned out to be rather difficult, losing the pliers several times, having to find and grab them off the ground again. I had no idea how much time I spent so far since he left, but I knew I was exhausted to the max for sure now. The first zip tie I managed to cut were the ones connecting legs and hands together, still not helping too much, but at least being able to move slightly easier I had to find the ones keeping my hands together. Not seeing it is one, but not feeling anything through the thick gloves was another issue. So it took again quite some time before I finally had managed all those zip ties cut off and having finally my arms free again. I sighed into the gag with some relief and paused a minute, heavy breathing, sweating, and still not done.

With free hands at least it was now easy to cut off the zip ties holding the suit, holding the gloves, holding the boots in place. Once all were cut off I took it all off, the hood, the boots, the suit, then the rubber hood and the wetsuit also, standing all naked in the middle of the woods, except still having the chastity and the chain on my neck locked on. I searched the bag now, for keys to those, the inside only having my own bag in, my own bag only holding my own things in, looking through the side pockets I found no keys either, but I did find s small note.

My friend wrote on it congratulations to managed to free yourself and you sure wonder about those keys. I should stop looking as there were none. the belt and the neck chain stayed on until he would contact me again at some later time, he would order me to visit him some time later, until then those were to stay locked, whether I liked it or not. He added in the note that the fact of not knowing where he stayed made it impossible for me to retrieve those keys now, and also he wrote that I should check my watch in my bag to make sure I would not miss my train, as he assumed it would be time for that by now.

I put the note down and stood there, slightly upset, but at the same time feeling my dick respond to what I just read ... some part in my mind seemed to enjoy being just put into that situation, and checking that watch I noticed that I probably indeed would have to hurry to the city, not knowing how long it would take and having just about 2 hours’ time left until the train leaves, also he was right, I had no idea where we had been the weekend or where to find him right now, so I had no other choice but to get dressed, and sweaty as I was get back to the train station, remaining locked in the belt and keeping that chain on my neck until he contacted me ...

I got dressed then, packed his stuff into the bag, leaving it as he ordered there and went back, following the path until I found that bus stop. I checked the timetable, ten minutes to the next bus, and about one hour to get to the train station from there. so I would just have time for maybe a drink or snack before entering the train home, I indeed could not have made any delays or breaks in the past hours of suffering my way to release here.

When I sat in the train, a 6 hours ride ahead of me now, I though back on the weekend. I had not really seen anything, did not know anything happening around me, been packed up, stuffed up, stored in some form almost continuously, it has been a weekend like no other visit to this fair before, but I knew now what I had usually done to boys accompanying me for this weekend, and when I noticed my dick in his prison responding to the thoughts about this past weekend, I understood why those boys ask every year again to be with me there. I wondered if I would repeat it another year or at another event or if that was a onetime thing, but then again, right now I was still locked in an unforgiving chastity belt, having to wait until he contacted me, and who knows what he planned then in order for me to get out of this belt ...I did not know, but the pain now in my crotch area told me that I would certainly enjoy it again...

I actually slept through most of the train ride and even that night I made it to bed early, the weekend exhausted me more than usual, but more pleasant also as usual. And it turns out I had to wait for 4 weeks, not being able to reach him, no response to my messages to him, before he contacted me... but that is another story....