A photo shoot gone wrong

Author: eckie
Title: A photo shoot gone wrong
Date: 09 December 2012

It was one of those usual holidays, exploring a city I haven't been before, after having seen a lot of the western European cities, this time I decided to pay a visit to one of the eastern countries here in or next to Europe, countries that in the past year have more or less 'westernized' a lot compared to the old times. With some public holidays and a few extra days taken off I managed to get a ten days’ time frame to go there, I planned on seeing three or four of the major cities there, stay two or three days each, depending on how much I enjoyed.

The first one I visited was not very exciting, all too much 'west' already formed the city into just another one of those big cities I had all around me anyway, so I left it after one overnight stay already and moved on to the next. It was much further east, much smaller than the first too and in a less crowded area of the country, you could see that immediately at arrival with the train, everything was different, less modern, less commercial, it seemed to me worth exploring a little more than the first one.

I tried to google for interesting aspects of the area, visiting what I could find and seeing the real thing instead of just the images on the net, so spent my first day all walking and cycling (yes I rented a bicycle there as it was easier to get to the various locations I had found online) around the city and its surroundings and I enjoyed it, being just ‘different‘ from all the commerce that surrounds us in cities usually. It was kind of being stuck still 50 years in the past or so, and digging a bit into the history of the city and those locations that were mentioned was enjoyable to me.

After returning to my hotel (again some rather basic, yet enjoyable and clean small hotel, run as if the staff and guests were kind of a big family) I had a shower and then took some dinner in the restaurant, well, a room in the hotel where all guests (there were just about 10) and the staff actually sat around a large table and had the meals together. I then took some large cup of coffee (well, not the best of coffees, but still drinkable) with me and went back to my room. I wanted to see if there was any interesting bar or cafe or club eventually to find that I could visit for a beer or two. surprisingly I did find a listing with two bars that stated to be 'gay friendly' online, I did not expect some gay facilities here anyway, so the fact of being 'friendly' probably was the most one could find in this area anyway. I decided to have a drink or two in those and see how it is out here.

Not wanting to go over the top I did not actually have the all leather, rubber or army attire with me, since I did not expect to have options for using those much during the trip, but I did bring at least the leather pants with me, adding a tee and my generic bomber jacket, combat boots laces up and off I was going. I thought probably already too much for the area here, but still decent enough to just get away with in in common public here.

When entering the first of the two bars I located, I found it pretty much empty, aside of myself there was one guy behind the bar, a cue one I must admit though and two guys sitting in a far corner talking to each other, of course I did not understand a word. Neither did I understand what the guy at the bar said to me, but when I apologized for not understanding his language he luckily came back in English, broken but still well understandable, smiling when he realized I was a tourist, probably not the regular guest in his bar I thought. He asked if I wanted something to drink, but I asked instead if I was too early or if it was just a bad night, having no other people in here. He told me then that indeed I was early, but in about an hour it will slowly fill up then, without me asking he then immediately referred me to the other bar, the one I also found online earlier, telling me that is the one for the early people, it would be more filled at this time. I liked his friendliness and told him that I will definitely be back a little later, being all alone here I had little to do for the evening now and would just explore those two bars then. He smiled again with 'see you later' I left.

The other bar indeed was more crowded, not overly full either, but I guessed about 20-25 people in it, so I decided to get a chair at the bar and have a beer or two. The barman was a bit older, luckily also able to understand and speak English with me. we talked a little, telling him about my exploring the eastern countries a little to see something different than the usual I had in my own surroundings, what I had visited today, what I planned for the next day and asked of course if I had any exciting hints for me to look at or do in the city or its surroundings. He told me he could arrange a guide for me, someone knowing the real city and those parts that are not listed online if I wanted to and could arrange for us to meet later in the evening to talk about it, on my initial hesitation he immediately added it is free, not a paid guide, just a friend of his that would be happy to help someone like me. I agreed that it was a good idea, but also told him that I promised the guy in the other bar to return for a drink there also, so I would have to go there soon. He said it was no issue, he would just tell his friend to meet me over there, a tourist like me is not hard to find and recognize, he added laughing.

With it settled I paid and left, returning to the first bar and finding the guy at the bar smiling at me immediately, giving me a 'welcome back' and this time I ordered one of the local beers then, sat at the bar and talked a bit to him. It was a bit more crowded indeed now, yet he still had enough time to chat. I told him about the guide I was supposed to meet here and he mentioned that he thinks to know who I meant, a nice guy and would sure make my exploration tour interesting, because he was a photographer and knew every inch of this area very well.

Shortly after a guy in his early forties took the chair next to me and immediately introduced himself, I was surprised as I did not expect it, but he added that his friend sent him to meet me for a tour around the city tomorrow, and by the description it was easy to spot me, as all others in the bar were locals he knew already. He took a beer as well and we talked about what I had seen so far and what my interests were in terms of that tour and ended that he definitely would show me the better part of the city that the tourists usually do not find. when it was about the time to meet, he told me that he had arranged a photo shoot with some friends in the morning, so we could meet around noon then, which still would leave plenty time, but then added that if I was interested, and by pointing at my leather pants he said I sure would enjoy, I could join him for the shoot, as he was about to take pictures of two boys in some fetish in an old factory outside of town. And if I wanted I could participate too, just needed to dress up in fetish for it. I told him that I had not much with me other than what I was wearing and also I was asking what the shoot was for, he said it was for a website that he was running and that has become rather popular over the last two years. I hesitated and then had to admit that I was not really for being shown in complete fetish on such sites, he waved immediately and told me that anyone on those pictures always wears some form of a mask to ensure not to be recognized, however I would need some other clothing to fit with the others, but if I wanted to, he could arrange that for me too.

It was then actually more exciting, not only location, other guys in fetish, but especially getting dressed up in something other than my own always was a fable of mine, so I agreed, he told me that we would have to leave early, he could pick me up around 8 at the hotel, and being shortly after midnight, I decided to pay and go back to the hotel then. I waved a bye to the cutie behind the bar and shook this guy’s hand with a 'see you in the morning then' and we parted.

The beers worked well and I had a good sleep, got up early then and had my breakfast, dressed in just my jeans and tee, as I did not know what the photographer expected me to wear. When he arrived I asked if I should wear or bring anything, but he waved and said he took care of that, there would be something for me at the location ready.

The drive was about an hour from the hotel, way out of the city into areas that have no soul living anywhere in the wider areas around it, until we reached a large old and almost rotten factory building in the middle of nowhere. He told me that this factory was out of business for many years but made a great location for such photo shoots, occasionally also other events took place here, as nobody was around to disturb or be disturbed by anything going on.

He parked and we entered the building, inside a large hall with old machinery, rusty, partially taken apart or fallen apart already, what one would expect form an abandoned factory basically. We passed through and at the end of the hall went through a door into what must have been storage areas in the past. old stone walls, one could see it was built probably hundred years ago already, rails, hooks, some steel shelves and racks, some old lockers, some desks and chairs from ages ago in one corner and by the dirt around certainly not in use for a long time. On one of the desks a large duffel bag and two smaller bags, he pointed at them and said that should be something to fit me, so we should try.

He opened the bag and found several items in it, some rubber, some Lycra, even some sort of one piece protection suit, since I did not know it, probably of their own previous or current army. He asked me what I would prefer, the Lycra was head to toe one piece, for the rubber he had also a hood or gasmask and of course the protection suit would cover me completely, but also match well for the planned photo session. Being rather warm already I told him that I’d rather choose rubber or Lycra over the heavy protection suit and with a laugh he asked still it is two to choose from, unless I dared and put them on both. I laughed with him, but my dick responded to it right away, layering was yet another favorite of mine, so without thinking I said 'deal'. A bit surprised about that quick response he said ok then it is settled, you can get dressed right here, the other two boys are in the hall in the back already. he added the question what I would like more, steel or rope, and being a fetish shoot I assumed of course that restraints might be part of it, so told him I enjoy both, so would leave it to him to decide.

He helped me then after I undressed to get into the rubber suit first, it was a tight fit but seemed to be ok for my size. it had attached feet and gloves and also an open face hood attached, the entry through a zip on the back that went from the front crotch all the way to just below the shoulders, so slipping my head into the hood after my arms were in the sleeves was the more difficult part, but with his help I was sealed into it rather fast. Once he closed the zips he asked if I was still ok for the added Lycra suit, and I told him that I agreed to it already, so we should just put it on. it was again a one piece, feet, gloves and this time also a completely closed hood were on it, the zip pretty much the same as on the rubber suit. Once I had it up to my chest and was about to get my hands into the sleeves before he would help me with the hood part he stopped and asked if I would mind adding some parts underneath. I did not know what he meant so asked, he then opened one of the smaller bags and took a rubber hood out of that, one that looked familiar to me, not a cheap one I though. Made of thick and heavy rubber, two halves to buckle together as I saw when he held it in front of me. No visible open mouth either, two small holes as eyes and for the nose the same. He immediately added that it would make a good picture later, but it has also a gag included that cannot be taken out as it was fixed inside the front part of the hood. Once again my dick was faster than my brains and a quick 'sure why not' came out of my mouth without even thinking. He smiled and got to work immediately...

The two halves separated he held the front to my face, having me open my mouth to slide the embedded gag into it, a large yet soft gag, filling my mouth rather complete, then he also adjusted what I had not seen before two small tubes at the nose holes to insert them into my nose and then holding the front tight on to my face, fitting rather like a glove now to my contours, then added the back half to it and buckled those two together quickly. I could only see little through those two small holes at the eyes, only see directly in front of me now too and my hearing was somewhat dampened too by the thickness of that hood, but when he asked if I was ok I nodded, having found quickly that only a few grunts came out at the attempt to say 'yes' to him. He then helped me finish with the Lycra suit, pulling it over my head and sealing my rubber hood under that black dark hood of the suit now. With the zips closed then completely I was now an anonymous black human with a thick head, not revealing yet making it a guess about the rubber underneath it.

Because of the small eye holes and the added completely closed Lycra, my vision was now almost gone, I still has a very blurry sight though. He said I am ready and we could join the others and get us all into position to start with the pictures, grabbed my arm and was leading/helping me to walk into another hall behind this room.

When entering I saw a lot of lights, positioned proper around a spot which I guessed of course was the one to display the models for the pictures, and looking there I already saw the other two, not getting ready, but already finished...

Both of them were also all in black head to toe, must have been wearing similar outfit as I did, maybe all rubber, maybe all Lycra, hard to tell with the limited sight I had, but all black just like I was. in the middle was a sort of chair, well, a one foot wide sort of plank going from the floor all the way up to the rather high ceiling, mounted about four foot off the ground was a small kind of platform to sit on, not something to sit on comfortable over a longer period, but certainly enough to keep position sitting rather high, feet definitely not touching the ground. off that small platform in a 90 degree angle two smaller boards, obviously to put the upper legs on and sit with the legs spread in 90 degrees then, the ends of those smaller boards fastened to the top of two further boards, from the ground to the same height as the sitting platform was, creating then sort of a chair like structure to sit on with spread legs. To each side of that structure were the same boards from floor to ceiling as the middle structure had, yet without any attachments, just the boards, but the two other guys he talked about were each already tied to those. white rope held them tight to those boards, feet, under knees, above knees, hips, chest, neck and head were tightly kept in place on that board, the arms on their backs, well tied wrists, the elbows tied rather tight together, almost touching, another rope around the upper body and arms together. even if they wanted to they would not be able to move or fall, kept strictly in position by the rope, and I must admit, even with limited vision, the rope work was fabulously done and the contrast of white on the black bodies was giving it an extra great looks.

The photographer told me that he reserved the centerpiece for me, so the chair was mine to get on to for the shoot. We went closer then and as we came closer I saw that the boards were not wooden as I guessed at first but all metal and along the sides each of them was rippled, making sure that rope that goes around them would not slip. the two boys to the sides were definitely trapped in their positions, no wiggling would help, and soon I would sit right in the middle of those two, I am sure the guy noticed my dick responding to that image in my head.

I managed with his help to position myself in that small platform to sit on and my legs on to the boards accordingly, now the feet dangling still way above the ground. I was sort of positioned above the two others, like on a throne I thought. He then unpacked the other small bag and out came a whole bunch of ropes, not white however, but red. He told me that the red and white on us would add to the picture greatly and he looked forward to some good results of that first shoot. Then he started right away with roping me up, starting at the left leg. My ankles proper fastened with the rope neatly laid around it a few times he worked his way up to just below the knees, wound it then around to get to above the knees and continued to the top of my thighs. The same followed on the other leg then, and with each winding of the rope I felt less possibility to move my legs until both were rigidly held by the rope in their places.

Starting around my waist then he created a sort of harness like rope structure around my waist, hips and between my legs and crotch area, including of course the board that was on my back and the platform I sat on, making it a rather rigid tie keeping that part of my body right in its place now also, additionally creating a rather visible bulge between the rope, sticking out not just because of the roping, but as well because of its reaction on the situation, he smiled when he saw it but just kept continuing.

Starting at the shoulders then he again created a sort of harness like structure with the ropes, carefully adjusting each line that wound around my body and the board in my back, making sure everything looks neat and symmetric for the picture then but as well efficiently restricting my movements on the upper body piece by piece more until it was as rigidly kept in its place as the lower part of my body already was. I could not see how he did the head and neck now after this, but he also carefully placed rope line after line, connecting, knotting, winding them around head and neck to an extent that kept this part of me now also rigidly in place, but as added effect also took my vision. the hood was thick and allowed to tighten the rope around the head accordingly and the parts of the rope that were just above the nose actually were exactly over those small eye holes that kept at least some vision to me prior to that.

He did not make a break and just continued on to the arms. Placing my wrist over each other and starting to wrap them in the rope proper first, ensuring that parts of that rope also loop though other rope that was in place from the harness created around my waist, effectively holding he hands in their place then. after that he added another length of rope around the elbows, above and below them, tightening it to a point where I had both arms stretched rigid, as close to each other as I actually managed (I am not THAT bendy, so they did not touch at all), also connecting those ropes with parts of the upper body rope harness and lastly using another length around body and arms together, tying me even more rigid to that board in my back.

I now say somewhat in the air on a small structure of metal boards, could not move an inch anymore, was blind, almost deaf and pretty mute from the gag, starting to sweat slowly also inside the rubber under my lycra suit and my dick ached for attention. This was hornier than I thought at first, unfortunately just for a shoot I thought, but I hoped for more than one situation in which he wanted to create pictures, maybe some later together with the other two in some form.

When he had finished he looked at his work with a smile, went towards his equipment and I thought I could hear the clicking noise of the camera several times. I was not sure, yet assumed it to be. For me, just as for the other two, who stood there already longer than I sat here, nothing was to do but to stay put in the position we had been placed and wait.

After some time however I no longer heard anything, I tried listening closely, but all I could make out was the occasional moaning that I believed must come from one of the other two guys, but other than that there was nothing to hear, no clicking noise, no talking, and no footsteps. I wanted to make myself noticed and started grunting into the gag a few times, but nothing happened. I kept grunting for a while, hearing the other two on occasion obviously doing the same, yet nothing happened at all. I of course attempted to wriggle in my ropes, see if I would manage to get somehow free of it, but I quickly realized that not one part of my body was able to move as much as would be needed to even attempt to get free, he did a perfect job, not just in terms of great look for his pictures, but as well in terms of security, rendering any option for me - and probably the other two as well - to get free absolutely impossible.

I am not sure how much time we were left there, it must have been a few hours at least, and in the meantime I got rather angry as well, we planned a short shoot and then a tour, not planned a sit-around all day, no matter how horny it might have been to begin with. Actually if we had planned a long-term bondage thing, I might still enjoy it more than my dick at this time still showed, but without telling or agreeing to it I am not too happy with the situation of course.

Finally after many hours I could hear something else but the other guys moans, voices, multiple of them, footsteps, a lot of them also. It was clear there were more than just one person here now. I attempted - and heard the other two guys do the same - to make myself again heard by continued grunts into the gag, but it seemed no one took notice of that. Suddenly I felt hands on my body, tights, feet, chest, face, arms, everywhere, definitely more than one pair of hands, and I heard a lot of talking, unfortunately did not understand one word of it, and so could not tell at all what they talked about. Despite my ongoing grunts into the gag, this continues for at least ten minutes, people around me, or probably us, touching and talking, probably admiring us or the ropes that held us.

The touching stopped and the voices seemed further away now, other noises I could not define were heard too, as it turns out, a lot of chairs were placed in rows, facing the three of us from a few meters away. someone then seemed to hold a speech or something, I thought to recognize the voice of the photographer though, talking obviously to whoever else was in the room, again for me of course nothing that I understood. At some point however his speech turned into some sort of monotonous rhythm, fast, repeating some words again and again, I thought this sounds almost like an auctioneer taking bids form the crowd. this would not be an auction I thought, and if it was, for what purpose, and again, without telling, I grunted more into the gag again, yet as before without anyone taking any notice, the guy kept talking in the same tone and all over sudden a bang... the hammer fell, this WAS an auction.... After just another few words of speech, the same started again, the same voice, same monotonous expressions until again at some point a loud bang, the hammer fell for this bid then too, and the same happened a third time then. Three bids, three tied up helpless guys, it was easy to put one and one together. But what now I thought... were the other two in it, did they know? What was the whole purpose of the auction, a fetish fun event? Buy a slave for a night or something like that? Maybe that guy just planned it as surprise for me, to show me his city is not that far behind the west and its fun, to show me fun in general, or what...

Some rumbling then happened obviously from the chairs moved around, people standing up, in fact the winning bidders made their payment and negotiated with the photographer then. After some time then I could feel my ropes being untied slowly. Obviously the auction fun was over, with whatever result it may be. When I was finally loose and standing again on my feet I saw the photographer in front of me again, the other two still standing as I found them at the beginning. He then told me that he hoped I did not mind this extra fun he organized for me, I sort of phewed into my gag, not having known what all this was about. he explained that they had arranged a sort of slave auction, the images he took at first were used to advertise the 'goods' and collect bidders, now that the auction is over, all left, the three winners however would expect their slaves delivered. I grunted into the still gagged hood again, wondering what that means, he continued immediately though that that auction was for charity and the three of us made a good amount of money for that, but the price would be a night of play with the winners. He assured me that the guy I was supposed to spend the night with was a good friend of his, to be trusted, and I would definitely enjoy a night of bondage and play in his home. I could back out if I wanted to, but I should definitely enjoy it if I played along.

Now that it was clear what all that was about I was relieved and less angry, actually my dick still did not give up, still showing some excitement to the whole day. So I nodded to him, curious about a night of fun as he promised, a different way to explore this city I thought, but definitely a just as or even more enjoyable than visiting historic or interesting city locations.

He then said that the other two will be taken care of by others, he would prepare me then for the delivery, as the winner requested that in a certain way, if I would agree of course. I was curious what that would be then and nodded again, he took me by the arm then and lead me back to the room where I got dressed in the morning, well, not sure what time of day it actually was right now, but still light outside, so still daytime.

Back at that desk with the bags he took that protection suit and held it to me, telling that the winner wanted me in that and in chains, on top of what I wore now, to be delivered then to him directly locked into all of that. His face was rather questioning, so I guessed he expected a reply, I just nodded, I did go that far, so let’s go the rest too, and another layer would make it more sweaty, but also more hot and horny for me I thought to myself. My dick confirmed, locked into layers, and irons, in a foreign country, delivered to an unknown guy for a night of play, I felt excited about how this day has developed.

That suit was one I had not seen before, its entry was in the middle of the backside, a heavy zip opening, it had attached rather heavy rubber boots, thick attached gloves and an attached gasmask hood also, the material of the suit seemed some fabric on the outside, but once the zip was open and I was to enter my legs into it I saw rather thick stable rubbery material on the inside. I thought that was a great suit and that I might have to get one for myself, I will have to ask him later if it is possible to buy one somewhere here.

Once my feet settled in the slightly too large boots, he assisted me in getting the rest of my body inside. The suit was not overly large, so it took quite some pulling, bending, pushing. finally I had my arms in the sleeves, my hands in the thick gloves, which I thought would not allow much touch or use of them, stiff and thick as they were I felt pretty much nothing in my fingers when attempting to touch anything, and my upper body was inside the suit, him assisting to get my head inside that gas masked hood now. the neck part was wide enough he just get my head through and settle inside that mask then, he adjusted it accordingly to allow proper breathing, even less vision now however and then some buckles or laces, I could not tell, were used to tighten that neck part proper. what I did not notice before was the sides of that suit, a zip on each side was open at the moment and a lot of buckles were along the side from under the armpits down to the top of the boots, he started to buckle all of them shut now, with each of those shut the suit got tighter on to my body and once both sides were finished, he closed the zips to cover all the buckles away. The suit seems a number too small in my opinion for a protection suit which usually is rather large, this one now fitted rather well, more like a well-fitting jumpsuit on to my body. The length also was fine, making sure the slightly too large boots actually were not an issue, not slipping much inside those now.

Since the request was to be locked in it, he continued however, grabbing into the large bag again and to my surprise some nice rather thick and heavy steel came out, also something I enjoy, cannot be enough of it locked on me, always getting me extremely horny. The suit covered my dick now, so it was not visible, but it definitely grew a lot in this moment.

What I saw was a combo of thick and heavy shackles, neck, wrists and ankles, all connected with a pretty thick and heavy looking chain. He laid it in front of me on the floor and started with the ankles. With some bending and squeezing they went over my rubber booted ankles and closed shut. I could not really see much with the small eyeholes and inside that gasmask now, but I felt them around the rubbered boots and when lifting one leg slightly also felt their weight, more than I expected for sure, then again, each of those was about 2 cm thick and bout 5-6 cm wide, most likely solid steel, so weight was rather expected on those. The ankle parts were connected to an about 30 cm long chain. from a link solid connected to its center a chain went then to the middle of the chain that connected the wrist shackles, again with about 30-40 com between them. He took the first of those and had me hold out my first arm. again some folding of the rubber material and squeezing it around that shackle then closed and locked, as I could make out it was a snap lock embedded into them, I thought to myself I had definitely not expected all that sort equipment here, how wrong can ones opinionated mind be... when he let go to do the other wrist I immediately felt the weight of this shackle, as thick and wide and the ankles, and at least 2 or 3 pounds I thought to myself. The second went on right away and again on a chain connected was the collar now, heavier than the shackles however, as I saw it was about 4 cm thick at least, and must have been at least 10 cm wide, I could not imagine its weight right now, but soon will find out. He lifted my head by my chin so that he could place it correctly, on it went around my neck and I felt it tightening the neck part of that suit a little more to my layer covered neck then, again a snap and it locked, and I felt its weight, unable to guess, several pounds for sure.

With these irons on me I was not able to make big steps, not able to reach with my arms actually around me much, so would not even be able to reach the zip on the back of this suit, then again as long as the shackles are locked on, the zip would not matter, that suit and the layers underneath would not come off at all.

Now he pointed at a crate that I had not noticed before, standing behind one of the desks, and he said to follow him there. Hot, sweaty, with lots of added steel weight on me, making rather small limited steps carefully, I shoveled towards it now, my dick still excited, but this was really heavy, as much as I loved the moment, I already looked forward to get out again. At the crate he told me to sit on the desk and then lift both legs into the crate, obviously that was the transport for me. With the short chain between the ankles I could only get both legs at the same time in, stepping into the crate normally was impossible. I was definitely delivered helplessly at this moment, my dick however loved it, how much I would have loved to jerk off right now, but at the moment that was not really an option.

Once I stood in the crate, from its measures rather small actually, I would just fit into it when I folded myself into some embryo like position, he told me to do exactly that, get down on my knees inside that crate and then bend my body into it. The moment I was in there without delay he placed the lid of that crate on to it, snapped the clasps shut holding the lid in place now, but then I heard the noise of a drill, obviously using quite a lot of screws to keep this lid definitely shut. once he finished with it and the 'goods' were ready for delivery, I heard him, he must have shouted though, as the crate and the layers on my ears made hearing difficult, still I understood, he said 'good bye my friend, it was a pleasure to have met you' and after that it was silent. Does that mean I would not see him tomorrow then? maybe he was busy I thought, well he certainly made a good day to me today, and I would have liked to thank him for that, but that is not possible now, so I take it he assumes that anyway from me, given that I was unable to speak since the morning already.

For a while nothing happened until suddenly the crate moved. A few voices were heard, from the feeling I noticed the crate was carried by at least two men, shoved into a van then and after closing the back doors the engine started and a rather bumpy trip started. Where wold I go I thought, what fun was to expect tonight I thought, I was excited and curious, I will find out soon.

Not really having a clue about time for quite a while already I wondered, how long was this trip going to last, we must be on the road for an hour at least, or more maybe. but the car kept going and going, sometimes bumpy roads, sometimes even ones, I thought to notice by the noises of the engine some slower and rather often fast travel speeds, so I began to wonder more and more, where would I be brought to, and how will I get back to the hotel tomorrow then ...

As time passed I got more and more nervous, it seemed another hour, or two, or I do not know how much on the road passed, before finally that van stopped and after a short time of silence the crate was finally lifted out of the van and carried somewhere, so finally we arrived I thought, I would be curious then where I was. After being placed obviously on the ground I could hear a drill working again, the screws were undone, the lid came off and relieved I began to get up from my cramped and in the meantime a bit painful position. Having sweated rather much however the lenses of the gasmask were full with condensed sweat and I hardly saw anything, additionally it was rather dark in whatever room we were now. I was helped out of the crate and then shoved forward, still in my chains making the only possible small steps, a bit weak on the legs even, but I managed.

I was lead into a very small room, maybe two by two meters, once in there I could feel the guy that was still there then to undo the irons, take one by one off, then undo the suit and help me out of that, then even assisting me to get out of the remaining two layers until I finally stood naked and could see the surrounding, a dark room, windowless, a small light on the ceiling, a steel toilet in one corner, a steel sink next to it, a small slim board bolted to the wall about knee height and another about one meter above that, on it a small pillow and a what looked rough horse blanket. the guy did not speak but once I was naked immediately placed the irons back on me, ankles, wrists, collar, so locked again, but now naked I stood there, he then pointed on the lower board for me to lay on it, and once I was on it on my back he immediately hooked the ankle chain into some snap hook that I missed before linked to the bottom of the 'bed', then he attached the collar likewise to the top of that bed, I was kept in place laying there now. He then just left without saying a word and locked the door behind him, as I could see now, no handle on the inside, a tiny barred window in eye height only. This was obviously a prison cell, for two prisoners, I thought whoever owns the place was well equipped for sure, again curious what was to come.

Just about five minutes later the door unlocked and opened again, another guy in heavy chains was shoved inside by the same guy that was with me before, he seemed to wear the same outfit I had on for the transport and just like before, he was unlocked, helped out of everything, locked into the irons again and locked on to the top bed just like I was at the end, that guy then left and locked the cell again.

After a few minutes silence I asked the guy who he was and if he also had been on that auction before, but I got only a reply in the local language, he obviously did not speak English, neither did I understand what he meant. Two more attempts to communicate failed, so we kept silent then instead.

About half an hour later the door opened again, two guys this time, unlocking me and the other from our beds and leading us in our chains outside, across what seemed a hallway with at least twenty other cell door visible, into a room at the end then, which turned out to be a tiled shower room. we were both then stood each underneath one shower, the collar hooked on to the wall to keep us in place, and then the water was turned on, shower time, unfortunately rather cold... I bit my lips, not wanting to squeak out like an idiot, but I could see the other guy doing the same, also not wanting to give a blame. after about ten minutes the water stopped, we were left another at least ten to 15 minutes stand there before we were unhooked and lead into a room next to this shower.

From the ceiling chains dangled down, at each end shackles for the wrists, in the floor other shackles mounted for the ankles. we were both placed there, about two meters apart, facing away from each other, so we could not see each other, the arms were placed in the shackles above us, keeping them high above and rather spread, the same for the ankles, locked into the shackles keeping our legs about one meter apart. One of the guys then came with a bag, placed it next to me, I assumed the other did the same with the second guy.

Out of the bag came a thick rubber hood, similar to the one I had on before, but this one had a lot more small eye holes, that would give still limited but better vision for sure, additionally the opening at the mouth was rather large, in fact it looked like the part from just below the nose to right under the chin was missing, however there was already visible attachment points for what I assumed that missing part, probably holding a gag too then. the hood buckled on the same way as the other, two halves of about 1 cm thick rubber, again some small tubes for the nose were adjusted before it then was shut, just this time I noticed that each buckle was lockable, and each immediately received a matching lock, making sure it does not come off anymore. Just like I thought then another piece came out of the bag, it was that missing piece from the hood, formed to fit exactly on the spare of that hood, covering the still visible part of the face completely and as I guessed, a large mouth filling gag was embedded. Just like the hood itself it was buckled on and locked, unable to make much noise, limited vision, dampened hearing, all too familiar. However, my dick still enjoyed it, which the guy noticed, and saying something I did again not understand to the other guy, pointing at my dick and laughing made me think nothing good at that moment.

What came then was definitely unexpected, he started slapping my dick and balls, pretty hard, I am not a pain pig at all, so began screaming, well whatever it can be called when it is muffled rather silent by that mask and gag. the pain however was anything but horny, I sweared into the gag wanting him to stop, and naturally, my dick answered accordingly, in no time he shrunk down to normal, over was that horny feeling then. I kept attempting to swear, but the gag did not allow anything but silenced grunts, and the guy did not at all reaction it either. I struggled in the restraints but was kept in place securely, helplessly delivered to whatever he may want to do... I wondered if he was the one bidding in the auction or if he was just someone assisting, thinking of something else made the pain from the slaps and beats fade faster I thought.

What came out of the bag next made me almost get a hard on again, but the pain was still felt, so it did not happen, and I would say luckily, else I might have gotten more slaps. He produced one of the finest chastity belts out of that bag, I knew it very well, always adored it, occasionally even had the luxury of wearing it for a while. One of those dick and balls enclosing Carrara belts, well adjustable, fitting easily too many, and without any delay, some lube into the tube and it went on me immediately. He rather quickly had it around my waist, the dick inserted into the tube and locked it in place. Unlike the ones I knew from prior times, this was the version with the eye hole in the crotch bar. Rather quick and professional, he must have done that more often I thought, he adjusted the belt with the needed tools to make a rather proper fit, one could not have done it better, this would certainly not cause any issues while being locked into it. my dick quickly again started responding, I always fancied those belts in the past, nothing was different now, but as I knew from the past, this time it would cause nothing but discomfort, there was no space, no place for my dick to get erect, no fun in getting the hard on now. that fact alone however caused again excitement, so for one there is the discomfort that is purpose in these belts, then again that inability to get hard feels exciting enough to not get soft either, whenever I was locked into one, I had almost permanently a semi hard on, something that gets frustrating after some time, a few days and you will do anything to just get a relief, I was there several times in the past...

I assumed the second guy would get the same treatment, though I could not know, it was more or less obvious. the next item out of the bag however was definitely disliked... mounted on to the small lid that I knew was an extra option to that belt was a plug, not the biggest, but not the smallest either, but the looks of it that plug would barely fit through that eyehole in that crotch strap, but without any delay it was lubed up and forced into my butt. I initially resisted, but his permanent push made it clear that it WILL go in, whether I wanted it or now, so I tried to relax my butt muscles to accommodate it a bit easier, still it was a short painful moment when the widest part finally crossed the muscles and the plug settled into his place. with a click of the lock, the plate attached was locked on to the strap and there was no longer a way to get it out for me, no pressing, pushing, without that key it was in place whether I wanted or not.

We both were obviously finished now and let out of the shackles that kept us in place, but immediately placed back into the heavy combo again, then we were, indeed both in the same hoods making us anonymous looking to anyone else, and both in that same sort belt and plug, lead back to the cell. back there we both were again attached to the beds as before and then left alone, now no longer able to speak, though that was obsolete anyway, not being able to understand each other.

After a short time however the door opened again and in came someone I had not seen before. Dressed in neat suit and tie, seemed like a business man, and looked like money too, then again someone having such facility for himself as playroom certainly was wealthy enough I thought. He looked at both of us, from top to bottom, then nodded and began speaking, again I did not understand anything, but it seemed he spoke to the guy on top anyway. In between I heard him try to grunt into the gag, whatever he was told, he seemed not to like it much, he struggled in the chains and kept grunting, but the guy just kept talking.

Once he was finished he turned to me and luckily I finally heard some English again. He told me it had been a successful day, since he was able to acquire two new work slaves on the auction. Surprised about it I also now grunted in protest into the gag, again ignored by him while he continued. he welcomed us to his slave farm where we would live out our future as his work slaves form now on, the detailed schedules and work would be given tomorrow morning after being dressed, being dressed meaning to help each other every morning into the same outfit that we had on when we were delivered here, every day from morning to evening we are to be locked into it, all suits and also the shackles. Since they are self-locking, it will be no issue, the release will happen in the evening by one of the wardens we already met earlier. he added that it may be harder for me to begin with, because disobedience or not following orders immediately always comes with harsh punishments, so until I have learned at least the commands given in his local language, a lot of punishments are certain for me, but based on the severity of those he is certain I would learn fast. I should not worry about anyone looking for me, he knew about me being foreigner, that actually had driven the price rather high, but he was determined to add me to his slave stock. I was already checked out of the hotel, the owners were paid generously to take care of all, my possessions split amongst them, anything that would proof my identity or my being there was destroyed and he made sure I was officially checked into a train out of the country, so I would just be missing from then on.

The hoods are permanent, once a month they would come off for cleaning and complete shaving of all hairs there, the gag was permanent locked with the exception of the two meal times a day, this way every slave working here is anonymous, has no face, has no identity, merely a piece of property to work on the farm, the chastity and plug are permanent also, once a day given the option to take a dump. And since everybody also wears the same layers every day, there is no identity to any of the work slaves anymore, and that will not change until the end of my days. I should make friends with the guy above me, as he is the only one I have direct contact with, even though we are never able to talk with each other, he still is the only company I can actively interact with whilst locked inside this cell after each 16 hours’ workday. The warden will come later and remove the shackles for now, the nights you have the luxury of freedom to move around in the cell, unless you are under punishments, but those you will experience soon enough, slave. For now I leave you to it, tomorrow morning you receive all rules and orders, get used to it, this will be your life from now on.

Then he turned towards the door, just to turn around once again and telling me that if I think about running away, not only will those daily worn shackles, without which I never leave this cell, cause issues, I also am about 300 km away from the next village or farm, chances of me succeeding to run are pretty much zero, so better start settling into this situation, there is nothing else for me anymore. Try it once, and you will suffer cruelest punishment for weeks, try it twice and you end up like several others before, your value as worker replaced by a new slave, and yourself welded into a tiny prison crate underneath the farm buildings, kept alive for many years to suffer, but never to see the daylight again. then he turned and left while the warden came inside, unlocked the shackles of both of us and then left also, locking the door and lights turned off, we were then alone in the dark cell, unable to speak, unable to even understand each other, unable to leave... what the f*** happened, and being in a foreign country far from any civilization, nobody even knowing about me being here, I spent the night with lots or worries in my head, not sleeping much, not getting a grip on the situation, still hoping for it to be a game, but the future will show me that it is dead serious ... I had been sold into slavery, something I did not even think possible, and now it happened to me.... the future is no longer mine (and my dick no longer fights for space now either...) at some point in finally drifted into some sleep, just to wake up soon into a new life as anonymous work slave, where as horny as the outfit seemed to begin with, it suddenly no longer feels like it, now having a different purpose and meaning... what will happen ... I had no idea and was not sure how to deal with this ... time will tell ....

(And if anyone wants to, he can come up with a second or further part(s) about what happens on the work farm, the punishments, etc. etc... I will stop here ...)