Couch surfing in the holidays

Author: eckie
Title: Couch surfing in the holidays
Date: 27 November 2016

I had heard about the ease and cheap ways of couch surfing in holidays, basically people offering you their couch for a night sleep for free, not a big hotel comfort, but a warm place to crush for the night and when you hitchhike through a country for some time, a welcome cheap way to get your nightly rest.

I planned the trip for a while, usually I just stayed close, a few neighbor countries to visit on occasion, mostly with my car, independent on when to go where, but finding rooms or bed and breakfast was mandatory in advance, difficult to just blindly go somewhere and hope to get something for the night. this was not so much different in terms of arranging a couch in various cities throughout the trip, but surprisingly easy to actually get enough responses form the board where I posted my planned trip to cover pretty much all the way.

I had recently been laid off and got a pretty good settlement, I was working there for over ten years, but economy just demanded downsizing, and after having been offered this substantial amount I decided that I would just make a break, take half a year off and then look for something new. in my profession there were still plenty jobs on offer, I did not worry about finding something new when time comes, but this allowed me to make that trip I had planned. for the first time going overseas, with just a backpack and only a rough idea on the route, but allowing me the time to discover anything on the path then. I had planned this trip to last two months, well, it is a big country and travelling with my thumb on the roads may take longer to get from one place to the other, but having enough time at hands this would be a very interesting trip for sure. additionally, I had stated my personal preferences, my special interest in the fetish scene, so I hoped some of the guys that offered me a couch for the night may have hints and tips on what is interesting in their area, of who knows, maybe have the one or other interesting night there not on a couch then ...

I arranged my house to be looked after in the absence, made sure all bills are paid in advance, then I left to the airport, a nine hour flight and then off on my feet and relying on my thumb to get where I wanted.

the first days there were rather exciting, starting in a major city made it not too difficult to get the first trip to the next larger city on my map, having enough time at hands I could do the thorough sightseeing, not having any obligations made it easy to just follow whatever came to mind then. I had a map of locations when to be where for my night's rest, but other than that, nothing that would have rushed me to anything or anyone. two weeks into the trip I made it through several interesting places and met quite some great guys, some really comfy bed couches, some grumpy men and foul locations also involved, but hey, it was all free and the hospitality generally was great. some evenings just falling to sleep, some spent with endless talks with the hosts, a good variety. the next big location was actually too far to make it at once in one day, so I had another address somewhere in the middle of the trip, a small town, I guess no more than a few hundred people living there, the address however was outside, a farmhouse, so I had about an hour walk if nobody would pick me up. the road was lonely too, in the first half hour not one car passing by until I finally heard one approaching, lifted my thumb while I kept walking ahead, not hoping to be picked up anyway, but surprisingly the truck stopped, an old original American pickup, I loved those, so looked forward to drive in it. I reached the car and asked through the open window if he was heading in the direction of that farm, he told me then he was actually the one owning it, had been in the town for some shopping and was on the way back now, a lucky coincidence then to bump into me here. a welcome coincidence to me, no more walking today and soon a nice rest for the night.

we arrived and he offered me some coffee and some sandwiches, a welcome gesture for sure also. we briefly talked about my trip so far and then he said that he would have to excuse himself, not being able to stay much longer, he had to leave early the next morning for some business in the next larger city. he showed me my couch, well, actually the couch we sat on already, so I knew it was comfy for sleeping too, after sitting on it for a while already. he brought some pillow and blanket, asking if that would be ok, of course it is, and then told me that most likely he would not be here when I wake up, but it was ok to just leave then, eventually his foreman might be coming, depending on when I got up, I was to help myself in the kitchen for some coffee or breakfast but other than that could just leave whenever I was ready.

I went to bed early too after he was gone, I had another long trip tomorrow ahead and wanted to be rested. as I thought, the couch was very comfy, so I fell asleep quickly. I did wake up briefly then at some point, hearing noises from the kitchen and then hearing shortly after that pickup drive away, obviously it was rather early as he mentioned and my host was leaving as mentioned.

I thought I'd sleep a little more and then get up next time I woke up, for safety I had set my watch alarm, but most days I had not needed it anyway. while resting on my pillow however I thought to hear something strange ... some kind of snoring I thought at first, or heavy breathing, yet not loud enough to locate it. I sat up and tried listening closer, but it was gone then, total silence in the farmhouse. I laid down and immediately thought I heard that again, was it my own breathing? of course not, I sat up again, and silence was all there was, I checked the pillow, nothing strange on that, I looked around, whatever it was, it was not loud, as if it was dampened by something, but it was definitely there every time I laid down again. then - I thought that could not be - but the idea came to my mind, what if it is under the couch, did he have a dog or cat? not that I had noticed earlier, but I got up and checked, lights on, crouching in front of the couch, looking underneath, but nothing, no dog, no cat, no other animal, but ... being close to the couch I heard that noise again, I pushed my ear now on to the couch, and there it was ...

at first I thought maybe some weird animal hid somewhere in there, who knows what animals they have in the half wilderness here, I could at least get it out and then sleep another hour or two. I checked the couch a bit closer, where would be an opening for that animal to get inside, but could not see one, looking closer then I found two latches right under the cushions, both with a bolt through it securing them. I thought maybe that was one of those couches with storage under the cushions and something was trapped in there. I removed the bolts and then found that I could lift the top cushion part up, it was a bit heavy but with the springs on each side it made it a little easier and kept the top part also then held open. however, I was stunned what I found then ...

the hollow part was big enough to hold a big surprise inside. a human body, all black with steel shackles and chains on it, no visible face, hidden by a mask, laying there in a form fitting foam bedding, looking at the lifted up top part of the couch, I saw the counter parts, form fitted also, the hole that went over the head also containing some sort of a half mask, like sort of an embedded gasmask inside there, once closed it would cover the hooded face. looking closer - that body was unable to move right or left, when closed also not up or down. the arms in form fitting foam parts, each leg in one, I saw a steel waist belt, off that belt short chains in their own form fitting part of the foam leading to each wrist to a shackle there, shackles on the ankles also having a steel bar between them, in its own form fitting foam spare. when that guy - or was it a girl, nah, the chest was flat and there was a bulge in his crotch, definitely a guy - noticed the couch being open and me staring at him, he started grunting, obviously gagged. he raised his upper body, leaning on his elbows, looking at me, I noticed the eyes were not open, but sort of lenses, darkened, still I guess he realized a stranger is looking at him.

not being sure how to react, I thought I ask if he was there voluntarily, and he nodded. I just had a 'wow' as response, and actually felt my dick respond also to that vision. I asked if I should help him out, he hesitated a bit but then nodded again. I helped him out of that and then he stood in front of me, all black leather from head to toe, aside of the steel of the chains and shackles and the padlocks holding them. being gagged he could only nod or shake his head, but I asked questions accordingly, if he was in there long already, a nod, if he was at home here, he shook his head, if he was in trouble, he hesitated, shrug his shoulders, if he wanted me to help him out of all the gear, he hesitated long this time, shrug his shoulders again, but after a short time then nodded again. asking if he knew where the keys were, he pointed with his fist, which I then saw being in thick padded mittens, towards the living room door, looking closer I saw a hook on the wall with a keyring full of keys hanging there. I went to get it and started looking for the right keys to get the padlocks off, the wrist shackles, ankle shackles, the waist belt came off, looking further I saw a lock on the collar, a thick wide collar, self-made as I could tell, once I unlocked it and took it off I noticed the electro contacts on its inside, fitting into spare holes in the leather around his neck. two zipper ends were locked together underneath the collar on the back of his neck, opening those and opening the zip to the top of the hood and down to the lower back revealed laces, once I unlaced all those, finally I was able to take off the upper part of his suit. but only to find there was another all rubber layer underneath, man I thought this guy must be sweating in that a lot. being able to talk now he confirmed it was hot indeed, and he was in the suit pretty much all the time since he arrived. I asked when that was, he mentioned that he spent the last two weeks already here kept as work and sex slave for the owner of the farm. he told me about the other locks on the ankles, zips to open upward then up to the top of the thighs, again laces to keep it all tight, finally he was able to get out of that leather suit covering his rubber body. I did notice the zip between the legs too, asking about it he mentioned it was used to allow him the use of toilet, and both suits had a zip there for occasional relief.

the rubber was a one-piece suit with no feet, gloves and hood, though he was wearing arm long thick rubber gloves and thigh high rubber leggings with attached feet, the rubber hood was attached by locking the zippers of hood and suit together, unlocking them allowed the hood to come off. I then looked into an exhausted wrinkly face of a guy in I thought his late twenties, thanking me for getting him out. I quickly helped getting the rest of rubber off also, just to reveal a heavy full steel chastity under all of that too, additionally some nipple clamps on as well. I asked about removing those, he bit his mouth while doing so, after heavy breathing from the pain that caused he told me those were on for days also already. getting the belt off was the next, I asked if I should do so too, he turned around and then showed me the lock on the back, covering his butt hole, that was to go first, once unlocked I found a plug held in his butt by it and his moaning when I removed it confirmed it was in there for a while now for sure. getting the belt off then was the last, he then stood naked there, totally wrinkly skin, sweat form days has caused that, but happy and relieved to have fresh air on his skin and face again.

I asked then how all that felt, he said as much as he enjoyed being put into it, after a day or two it becomes torture, but he neither had an opportunity nor the right to remove it, and begging for it was not possible also, as except for the moments of being fed he was always gagged, and if he dared begging, the shock collar was going off on its highest settings, he learned very quickly not to beg or disobey orders anymore in the time he was here. I asked if the guy here was his Master or Owner, and he confirmed, well he said it was his wish to own and keep the slave and even said already he would not release him out of the restraints until he submitted, made threats to sell him if he did not and so on, but then again the guy said he did not believe that Master to go that way, he had taken good care of him aside of keeping him as mere sex and work slave. though the last two days he was left stored in the couch here, told not to make noises as someone else would be in the house during the nights, but asking several times during those days again the same question, if he'd finally be ready to fully submit to ownership, but he just did not feel ready for it and would rather leave soon, maybe come back later when he felt certain. I asked him what will happen if he finds you out here released, I would be gone by then, so no trouble for me, but being released was probably not what that Master would have assumed when leaving for the day. the guy did not know about the Master being gone all day so was a bit surprised to hear, that would have meant another full day alone stored inside that hollow couch. he did however tell that if he was found free, punishment would be cruel, so unless he was locked up in all of that, he would not be looking forward to the return of the Master, especially since he would want to leave anyway, which would additionally disappoint him for sure.

taking the guy out of the gear and talking about the treatment has however made me a bit horny, so not sure how to tell, I thought I would ask bluntly, I told him that I was into that kind of game too and found the whole situation very horny, and with the Master not being here all day, I wondered if he would allow me, or do me a favor and if I could try it all on and out, so get into that gear, which seemed to be the right size almost, and also feel the constraints of that lockup in there, pointing at the still open couch. he smiled, well sort of had an evil grin on his face, then told me that for a short time it sure is horny as hell, but on the long run it was torture for sure. but if I wanted it so badly, he would sure not mind helping me into all of it, asking though if I wanted just part of it of the full treatment as he got it. I laughed, since it was just a short time, why not the full of it. that same evil grin on his face then when he replied that for a complete feel it would be best to get the total of it.

he said he would clean the suit and plug briefly and come back then. it took just about 5 minutes to return indeed and we started ... getting my semi hard dick into the tube of the belt was hard, but finally it was settled in the foam/rubber compartment that was held by its matching steel part on the front half of the belt, the back part fitted and locked in place it was settled nicely, though already causing me to moan from my dick no longer having space to get hard, which it already wanted now. the plug however was also difficult, larger than what I played with usually, lots of lube and some poppers in the right moment though allowed it to slip in place, with a big moan and half shout it settled, feeling the too large intruder very clearly, but the click of the lock told me it was not getting out by itself anymore unless unlocked.

next he assisted me getting into the rubber suit, it was very slimy, I thought too much lube, but he told me that was no issue, just eased the getting in. on the way up my chest he asked again, the full treatment... and I agreed, so the tit clamps went on, I bit my lips when he did, those were tough, I could not imagine having them on more than a short time. the arm long gloves and thigh high tights followed right away. it was getting warm already, and not half of all was done. The rubber hood was tight, but with eye, nose and a mouth hole it fit nicely, he was then aligning the holes on the side of my neck, I remembered the shock collar, it needed contact to the skin, so obviously that was prepared on purpose on the rubber also.

the leather was to follow now helping me into the legs, my feet into the booties which turned out to be some sort of boots attached to the leg sleeves, soft above the soles to adapt with the lacing then to the feet, but a proper sole underneath. he assisted also then on the upper part, my arms into their sleeves, the hands made to fists inside those thick padded mittens and finally the hood, only nose holes, the eyes covered by dark tinted lenses, the mouth closed by a wide gag, filling my mouth, but he explained there was a removable plug in the front allowing fluid feeding too, something I had not noticed earlier. once I was inside all head to toe leather, he began lacing it all shut, with each pull it got tighter on my body, from the ankles up, once the lower parts were tight enough, the zip was closed, the locks I heard made sure it stays like that, then the top part followed, from top of the hood to neck, from lower back to the neck, all laced tight to make sure the suit fits proper on the rubbered body, just like he has been before. he made sure the holes in the leather neck align proper with the ones in the rubber, before then putting the thick and wide collar on, inserting the contacts in the proper place and buckling it tight then, I would not be able to pull that away far enough to loose contact, anyway not with the mitts, and certainly not when in chains. he told me the collar was so thick as it also embedded the receiver and batteries for the shock collar, they last endless if not constantly used.

the waist belt followed, right with the shackles around my wrists, not allowing my arms to go further than a foot from the waist. the ankle shackles were the last to lock on then. once all was done he said, all that I needed now was to get into that storage, and it would seem as if nothing changed. I tried laughing, not able to respond, he smiled and lead me over there, helping me inside, laying my legs, arms, head, and the chains into their proper space. he explained that the top part above the face contained indeed a modified gasmask, it would seal around my head and allow breathing through connected tube out of the couch, and then asked if I was ready for the experience then. I grunted a yes into the gag and he closed the top lid.

once it was all down I felt the added pressure on my body, immediately trying to move I figured out there was pretty much no movement at all anymore, neither way, and the mask pressed so well on my hooded face, that the breathing completely went through the connected tube on that mask. the guy also placed those bolts back into the latches, the prison was complete, no escape from it without help.

I had of course now no idea what happened outside, but in fact, he sat down on the couch for a while, thinking, and while sitting there a car drove up to the farm. he was not to get caught by anyone and was hiding, getting on the couch, laying down, hiding under the blanket, hoping that whoever came would not notice who he was.

entering was then that mentioned foreman, looking at the couch, he saw a person covered in a blanket, not knowing who, and as he noticed some movement, I heard him say: you must be the hiker that stayed overnight, do not mind me, I will be in the back preparing some stuff, whenever you are ready to leave, do not worry about me, and he then disappeared again. what happened then, I cannot tell, but ...

the guy was taking his chance of not being detected, having thought about how to tell that Master about leaving, but now realizing his chance ... he grabbed my clothes and got dressed quickly, looked around, grabbed my backpack, and then was sneaking out the front door silently, when the foreman would be back, he would think the guest left, and if the Master would check later, he would still find his slave stored where he left him, that way he had time to disappear, he made up his mind, as horny as the two weeks have been, he was not ready to give up his future and was to just never return here.

I did of course not know any of it, still expecting to be soon released, but nothing happened for quite a while. I was hot, sweating like hell, felt some burning sensation on my skin also now, discomfort, I wanted out, but also my dick was in pain, betraying my wish to get out by attempting to get hard all the time, and of course not having the space to do so. also of course, the plug, too big for long-term for me, but also pressing on my prostate, each twitch of my ass cheeks massaging it, causing me to get hornier again. a devilish situation I thought, but nothing to keep I was sure.

finally, after what I guessed was at least two hours of waiting the lid was opened again. instead of the guy before however, a stranger looked down on me. get out boy he shouted, your time is up and now it is down to real business for you. I grunted in the gag trying to tell him I was not who he thought I was, but he did not react, just grabbed me and dragged me on my feet, almost stumbling when he kept dragging me under my constant protest grunts outside the back of the farm, into a shed out there.

he stood me in the side of a workbench with lots weird steel equipment on it, and I kept grunting, but then he took the remote and I screamed into the gag, the shock collar went off and just did not want to stop. I went down on my knees, muffled screams into the gag, until it finally stopped, he then just said, shut up, do as I say, or I set this one to be on for the next ten hours permanent. the pain was too heavy to accept, too heavy to go for any more, I had no choice, I sniffed my pain tears inside the hoods, but kept silent, waiting what was to come, until I had a chance to explain. once I stood still he then took a piece off the work bench, it turned out to be a steel harness like two-piece device for my upper body. hinged on the shoulders, unfolded to fit over my head, laid on my shoulders, I felt the heavy weight of it, almost half an inch thick steel, just to close it, snapping in place at the sides of my body, some bolts on either side keeping it there. attached on each side of this steel harness was a sort of shackle, about an inch long steel bar keeping it, fitting exactly around my upper arms, right above the elbow. they were placed in there and bolts held it in place again.

the waist belt was removed, so were the wrist shackles, instead he took another just as think two half piece, looking like the lower part matching the top harness, hinged between the legs, he pulled one half between my legs and held it up, an obviously removable shield covering the front of my chastised body parts, the back with a hole in the right place around the butthole, once folded together and held together by bolts, it matched the upper part, allowing him to use some more bolts to keep those two parts together too then. a rigid half inch think wide steel straps made upper harness held me now, unable to bend much anymore. my upper arms kept in place too not allowing them to move back or forth, now he added another steel bar with one shackle on each end, fitting those around my wrists, holding them about 1 and a half feet apart, finding out that in the middle of that bar was a hook, matching a spare on the steel harness, hooked into there it meant my arms were rather rigid, ability to move just a little around, but neither left or right, just one up while the other hand went down and the other way around, back and forth was prevented by my arms being rigid above the elbow.

he then force helped me on to the bench laying down on it and once I was there he carefully started cutting off the feet of the leather suit just at my ankle, once that was removed, he cut the same part off the rubber leggings, I was then bare feet. he then took what looked like a boot, reaching just about half my leg up, separated it in two halves, I saw those being also about half an inch thick steel, he measured them on to my feet and ankles and found them to be a bit on the large end, went back to the workbench and out of my sight I heard him hammer around, he actually added a thin extra metal layer to the areas that needed tightening, about 15 minutes later another measuring and he found that now those booties would make a good fit an me. he placed the two parts together around my right foot then and on the inner and outer side each two rings matched up, a bolt trough those kept the bootie in place, the same procedure followed for the other foot, and another 20 minutes later the steel booty was in place there also.

he helped me up again and I stood where I was before, feeling the heavy weight of those steel boots on the way. he then moved down to my legs, a small two inch bar holding two shackles was placed just above my knees, tightly fitting on there, held by bolts making sure I could not spread my legs and if walking would just allow small steps also.

now he was sure I could not run, bend, do anything, but a chain was let down from the ceiling, hooked into the collar and then pulled up again, I was now not at all able to get anywhere. I still thought about grunting for help into the gag, but it just seemed useless until that hood would come off some time later. He then started fiddling on the zip between my legs, first the leather one and then the rubber one, just to then unlock the plug that was held up my butt for some time now and without delay then rather rough pulling it out, causing me to heavy moan into the gag immediately. he laughed and said I would not long have to wait for the replacement, a few moments later then indeed I felt a lubed cold piece being pressed against my butthole again, slow but steady being pushed deeper and deeper, getting wider and wider, definitely bigger than the one before, I would not get that in I thought, but he also used poppers, something I actually dislike, but it made me relax even more until at the end, under a loud muffled scream into the gag, it finally slipped over its widest part and immediately settled firmly in place, my butt trying to squeeze tight, yet held still as I felt rather wide open by the socket of that plug. he then commented on it, telling me I will learn to love it in time, as that one was not meant to come out any time soon anymore, on the contrary, he had made it especially for me with the idea in mind to allow it to stay in place for one, but also to allow him to expand it in time. it was hollow all the way through, allowing to flush my bowels out any time, or just to fill them and seal that hole until he sees fit for a release, since my future diet was mainly fluid, that would not cause issues, still friends of his have means to flush the bowels with special fluids that will dissolve anything solid that may be there, making it easy to clean it out through that hollow tube through the plug. but the main feature was not the tube to empty my ass, he then turned the socket that stuck out of my butt one full turn around, and I felt it immediately what he meant. with the turn the socket held by my ass muscles expanded, another turn, it expanded again. you see, he said, the socket and about half an inch of the widest part on the plug are covered by surgical rubber, it will not break, and it will adapt to the expansions every time I turn the base further. he then gave it another three turns and I felt the pain of the expanding socket, spreading my ass muscles almost as wide as they were when the plug was inserted before. laughing then he said that by now the widest part of the plug has expanded to a level that will anyway make it hard if not impossible for me to get it out, the socket is wide enough for now, but there is room of at least another two inches more expansion on both, the socket and the widest part, in a couple weeks that will be the final setting, once that is reached it will stay permanent like that. an added bonus to it is that it is also now becoming part of the tens in the chastity belt, something that was not yet plugged in, but from now on will be. he handled then the cables to plug, cables that disappeared in the thick steel harness then. he explained that the control unit and quite a bunch of rechargeable are embedded in there, enough to shock the life out of my dick and ass for good. when he was done the final touch was placed, a cover over that hole in the back shield of that steel harness, with a smooth metal rod extension fitting perfectly into that hole inside that plug, sealing it shut then, a spin on the cover plate and it settled in its groove.

I thought I have to let him know he is dealing with the wrong guy, it all seemed to be going way too far, even if it were the right guy in here, so I started grunting my protests into the gag, naturally he could not understand more than grunts, not knowing that it was not complaints about the plug or anything else done, but actual attempts to make him aware of the mistake. he just shouted me to shut up, I had my chance to accept a good position but could not make up my mind, now it was too late. I kept trying to get his attention with useless grunts, he then just continued that it was time to end that as well. the collar on my neck was then removed, just to be replaced by a steel one, once again I was told that this had the control unit and batteries embedded into it, plenty of them, given it was about two inches thick and 3 inches wide, there was enough space. he aligned the contacts to the matching holes again and when he closed it, the fit was very snug, it will also now limit the head movements up and down. another bolt in the back held it in place before the chain from the former collar was hooked into this one, keeping me stood upright in my place, helpless without ability to actually do anything at all, no matter what would come.

what followed then though did not make me believe that my attempts to draw attention to the mistake were in any form successful. the guy started welding piece by piece together, everything that was held by bolts was now welded shut, he was an expert, just 5 minutes later, all the steel on my body was welded shut, no bolts or locks needed, even those steel boots, the rings on the inside were fitted with one large chain link through them, not just my knees but also the feet now were that short connected that smallest steps, under hard efforts only could be made, and nothing would open all that steel on my body anymore unless it would be cut off. I started grunting into the gag again, just to feel immediately a shock in my neck, as strong as before, but short enough not to lose my balance, which would have been fatal in this situation. he laughed and told me, the setting has changed, it now acts upon noises, any grunt, any attempt to speak or shout into the gag would set it off, so I better kept silent all the time, as it was on high settings and that would remain like that permanent. then he took a remote in his hands and pressed a few buttons, as painful as the neck shocks were, even worse were the ones going into my dick, balls and my ass, I almost fell but he just in time stopped the shocks, laughing at me and telling me that the collar would make sure that I would remain silent forever, the remote in his hands would make sure I would obey perfectly forever too, unless I wanted to be in excruciating pain all day and night long. having felt the shocks I was certain, I would not be able to cope with that, a few seconds already made me believe that I would do anything told just to avoid this from happening, especially as I was afraid it would not just be longer, but also even more painful and intense, if used as actual punishment and not just to demonstrate its power.

he told me that if I wondered, the rubber suit would be flushed out each night and dry under air flushed through everything afterwards, hence the cutting off of the feet parts, so the dirt and water could get out there, the first flushing tonight would be messy for sure, the hair removal solution that was mixed into the lube would have done its job by then for sure. my future sleeping place was equipped accordingly to have tubes for the flushing with water and air connected on top during the short nights I will have. the batteries would also charge in the same time as the system was based on conduction chargers in place there also. in case I wondered what place that would be, I was used to the hollow couch already for some time, my nightly storage is a box just like that, where I would disappear after the days work every night from now on. my workday was 16 hours on the farm, 8 hours in storage, except on holidays, when no work was done on the farm, then I would just stay in the box until time for work was up again. as for my job, being unable to use my limbs for any physical work, he had created a new job for me, his farm work was done already by almost only slaves like me, slaves he took off the bosses hands, and those hard working slaves needed water and food during day, a small carriage will be hooked into the harness in my back and I was to pull it around the entire farm, not forgetting a single slave worker, continuously from 5am until 9pm every day from tomorrow on, tonight is my lucky day, I was permitted to rest in the box. and if you think you might run, aside of not really being able to run far in your new permanent outfit, the control unit in the harness does not only react on the remote, the entire farm is wire fenced, if you come anywhere near its borders, the shocks will hit you at their highest setting, and believe me, others have tried, those shocks take you down cold immediately in that case, you spasm on the floor in pain, but won't be able to get anywhere until someone gets you back here, though I made it my policy that any attempt to run means leaving the slave in pain until the next day just where he got knocked down, to be it a lesson, and until now no slave ever attempted it a second time.

I could not grunt, shocks would hit me, I could not run, I could not .... do anything, what the heck has happened, this morning I was horny and happy to try on some hot gear, several hours later I am a steel welded piece of meat in slavery, unable to even make anyone aware of that mistake that happened, and where the heck was that guy who was supposed to be in here instead of me, not that I wished that faith to him, but certainly did not want it for me.

he was just about to remove that chain from the collar that held me in place, not that it was needed anymore, as running was no option anymore, when a car pulled up, the host that picked me up from the road yesterday. he was back obviously, but not alone, he grabbed a lump in a large sack off the back on that pickup and dragged it roughly here over to us and into the shed. announcing to the foreman that he found something on the road while driving back, look what I found he said while opening the sack and emptying it on to the ground. out came ... that guy from the morning, wearing my clothes, hands cuffed on the back, feet in cuffs as well and quite some lengths of tape around his mouth and eyes.

he said that this slave obviously was attempting to run and just by accident he bumped into him hitchhiking on the roads. how the hell did that bastard get out of the couch then, and looking over to me, he asked, who the fuck is that then? the foreman looked surprised as well, not knowing who and what, but the Boss then just added two and two together, wearing my clothes, my backpack with him, he realized the guy must have switched places with me for some reason, not knowing why though. they talked with each other, assuming the who and how, obviously I must have found the slave inside the couch I was sleeping on and have released him for whatever reason, even though that slave in his storage was none of my business. however, they wondered what to do now, they said releasing me was no risk, as the local officials were fully aware about the entire slavery ongoing on his farm, being the chief of police himself made that easy anyway. then again the foreman said that it would be a shame to cut off everything now that I was finished and ready for work on the farm. the boss asked him then how long it would take to make another set of all that, pointing all over me, the foreman mentioned 2-3 days needed for it and after a brief pause the boss just said, go ahead, that bastard here on the floor deserves it for running, make sure it is heavier and more restricting than initially planned, I thought how much more can there be, then he went to a corner of the shed and opened a hatch in the floor, under that a small hole, dragging the other boy there and throwing him inside, barely fitting inside, then he closed the hatch again and locked it, saying that one can stay in there until you're finished with his gear, the other .... pausing a little, I will do some paperwork, make him disappear in the official prison system here, it will not be a problem to get all that faked, you are right, it would be a shame to have wasted all the good stuff on him, take him into storage and make him work for his life from now on.

then he turned away and left the shed, walking over to the main building again, while the foreman finally grabbed me, shoving me next to him, with me really having trouble making steps in the heavy steel boots, not able to move one foot further than two or three inches at a time, stumbling almost with all the heavy steel weight on me, sweating, from the heat in the rubber, from the anger of the situation, from the frustration of my helplessness, from the fear of what will be, even attempting a last time grunt in order to protest, but being hit by incredible pain right away, making it clear that I was doomed to stay silent, now and forever ... during all that we did the for me endless feeling walk towards and into the stables, in there I saw them, at least 30 or 40 boxes standing upright along the wall, walking to one in the middle of the bunch, he opened it, the same style foam filled inside as that couch had, shoving me backwards into it and closing the also foam covered door, matching my body contours in the current restrained situation perfectly, the moment I heard the bolt shoved into the latch on the outside I was certain, no moving around possible, no getting out possible, doomed to await my slave future.

thoughts still racing, anger and fear at the same time, looking for options, but ... hours passing, and not one option comes to mind that would allow me to get out of this misery, my faith was sealed, literally, an anonymous slave and prisoner without a future other than this ever becoming possible, I cried for a while even, but at the end, I would have to settle, my life was over .... and weird enough though, my dick tried convincing me otherwise, seeing the fun in it, despite all my misery, fears and anger, he did not once stop fighting for space in his own prison ....

so what started as a fun trip, ended in a big mistake, made by me in letting my horniness trap me into the couch, the foreman by not realizing that a different person was hidden under all this, the result however was fatal, for me ... and who knows what that other guy will have to go through after his attempt to run, but I would never find out I guessed, all I can do now is wait for my future slave life to begin ...