Community of Bondage Part 2

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: Community of Bondage Part 2
Date: 06 May 2013

I am in a dim room, full of similarly bound men, a quick guess would be 30ish, all perched on what could be termed a bondage stool which held every man very effectively. I got so turned on seeing all these other men trussed up like me, knowing I looked the same.

The bondage stool appears to be a long bar which comes up from the floor and then seems to disappear up your ass, your hands are trapped in steel spheres, connected to the pole and your ankles in manacles.

I felt uncomfortable with the fact that I wasn’t alone, but at the same time, a little relieved that I wasn’t going to be the only one who was clearly going to get abused. Safety in numbers makes sense if you’re a cow in a herd but if you cant move anywhere, let alone anything, the point gets lost as you are unable to make any decisions.

A stage lights up and the two 7ft Rubber-men stand on either end and the ‘Master’ is introduced by an anonymous voice on a tannoy system.

The Master walks on stage through a fog of dry ice and swaggers to the front of the stage. I thought this man loves the theatrical side of things, either that or he loves himself, probably the latter, I thought to myself.

“I am your Master”, he states. “This applies to all of you!” he said in an unrelenting tone.
“And everything else in this room is now my SLAVE!” his stern look across the captive crowd gave me the shivers. He did act like he was in control, and I wasn’t going to argue due to the ball gag strapped in tight.

“The 30 of you on the floor will be prepared in a meticulous fashion, I have decided to entertain myself today by playing a game with all of my new toys” he jested.

“As you might have noticed, you are in bondage and there is no hope of escape…where you think you are, is not where you are!” our master walked the stage like a dictator telling his army off.

“And I seriously doubt that you will be able to see your homes ever again! Think of this as a community…of bondage”

His words hit home when he said we’d never see our homes ever again. I woke up, so to speak, and realised that this isn’t a fantasy come true but a reality which was happening right now.

I began to struggle against my bonds with real vigour and ended up hurting my wrists even more and pushing the plug even further up my arse.

“Everything I need to use is automated with built in safety features so I wont lose any of you in the event of an emergency, we operate only during working hours and you will be unconscious for the remainder of the time” his words didn’t make me feel any better.

“Although you will wonder, time after time if they actually work, ha ha” Master said as an evil grin spread across his face.

“First will be a game of Russian roulette, the light above each of your heads will randomly turn on” his voice changed, and was now more like a game show host.

“The SLAVE under the light will be brought up onto the stage, that’s all I’m going to say for now, and for one of you, you wont get to find out, the rest of you will see your fate to be!” as he finished his well rehearsed talk the lighting system flashes all around to mark the Master’s exit for the time being.

The lights flash for what seems like a minute, and as the randomness slows down to indicate a stop, it flashes on me for a scarily long time and the guy I’m next to is lit up.

I see the fear in his eyes. I relax in certain terms, well how relaxed can you be in this position?

The guy next to me moves away in a silent glide, as I notice he is on a track, which transports him up to the stage and in front of the master, and in view of the whole slave filled floor.

He is turned to face us. The two 7 foot rubbermen walk up to him and whilst one removes the head harness the other puts contact lenses into his eyes and then he puts a catheter down into his cock.

The rubber-men move back to reveal his black eyes. The slave is stunned into silence.