Debt Bondage Pt 3

Author: polioman
Title: Debt Bondage Pt 3
Date: 16 August 2009

Debt Bondage Pt.3

We went along some lengthy passages and then down a couple of flights of steps before reaching a door with a sign KITCHEN STAFF ONLY. Before going in Adrian told me that on entering we had to announce ourselves as arriving for duty. When we went in Adrian announced himself-Bonded Laborer Number 187 reporting for duty – and I did the same. The person in charge told us to sign in the book, which we did.
“So you are the new labourer, 214?”
“Yes sir”
“That is a very impressive uniform you have got on. How long have you worn it?”
“Since this morning, Sir”
“And do you like it?”
“Not really , Sir”
“Well you will no doubt get used to it in the months ahead. You are on washing up with 187. He will show you where to go and what to do”
I followed Adrian towards the rear of the kitchen passed the various cooker etc. It was very warm. In the wash-up area were two deep sinks and Adrian explained that I should fill both with hot water. Detergent was put in the left hand sink in which I would wash the crockery and glasses and then rinse them in the right hand sink and place them on the drainer. Adrian would dry them and place them in racks, different ones for plates, cups, glasses and cutlery. He leant his crutches against the wall and explained he could manage to walk without them in the limited area in which we worked. I filled the sinks as instructed. I had a sponge cloth to wipe the crockery with. Obviously it was early in the club but after a few minutes a tray of glasses appear on my left and I proceeded to wash them. It was not difficult work but my over long sleeves went in the water, so I took off my watch, and it was hot in there and I sweated in my uniform. As the evening went on the washing up load got greater and it was a non-stop task. Also it was rather tedious. I rather lost track of time but it was tiring standing there continuously. It must have been around 11pm, when we had been there about 4 ½ hours when I felt I had to piss. I wondered about doing it in a kitchen and asked Adrian, who told me to go ahead. Again I felt embarrassed at pissing in the diaper. And still the dirty pots kept coming. It was about 3.30am when we were told we could go. I was tired, hot and sweaty and rather hungry. Adrian tucked his crutches under his arms and led the way out of the kitchen. We had been on duty 9 hours without a break and I was glad to be climbing up the stairs to our cell and the bed. When we reached the cell corridor we went into the mess room, which again was empty and we had some more sandwiches and I was very thirsty and must have drunk a couple of pints of cola. We then went to our cell. It was strange to go to bed without getting undress or going to the toilet and bathroom. We just lay on the bed, both of us on our backs as it was difficult to lie on the side in braces, with our legs spread apart because of the bulk of the diaper in the groin. The smell of rubber and sweat was very strong. Adrian explained that we were free till 6.30pm the following day. He did not usually get up very early. He had turned the light off and I lay there in the dim light coming through the window staring at the ceiling through the eye slits of my helmet. I must have fallen asleep as it was daylight when I awoke. Adrian was snoring so obviously asleep. I needed to piss so and with some reluctance I emptied my bladder, the urine running down into the rear of the diaper. It was full daylight when I next awoke. I looked at my watch and it was 9.30am. Adrian was still asleep. I felt thirsty so I eased myself off the bed and up onto my braced legs and hobbled off to the mess room. There was someone there. Sat at the table was a young man, of mixed race with a golden brown skin. He appeared to be naked except for an iron collar to which his wrists were attached by chains about 10” long. He was holding a bowl of porridge in one hand and had a spoon in the other. I noticed he was fitted with a large snout ring which came down below his lower lip and this made it difficult to get the spoon into his mouth. He looked up and saw me.
“Hi; Haven’t seen you before”
“No. I only came yesterday. I’m Darren”
“I’m Iggy. Could you help me by holding up my snout ring, please”
I went over and stood beside him and gentle lifted up the iron ring in his nose which I held up whilst he ate the porridge. I then let the ring drop back against his mouth and he asked me to put down his bowl in which he had put the spoon as it was difficult for him to put it on the table with his hands fastened to his collar. I put the bowl on the side and he then got up, his chains clanking as he did. He looked rather bizarre. He was naked except for a belt arrangement round his waist and between his legs, which held a curved cocktube encasing his cock, though his cock head was slightly protruding from the end. In addition to his snout ring he had 1” dia rings in his ears and his nipples. Most obvious were the chains he wore. They looked to be made of stainless steel and were silvery in color. There was a bright red edging to the metal and this was because they were fitted over a stiff pvc cuff to prevent the metal chaffing his skin. The collar was about 2” wide with four D-rings. The cuff added about 1” to the height so the whole collar held his head quite erect. From the front D-ring a heavy chain went down his front to about 6” from the floor where it was joined to a chain linking his ankle shackles which was about 18” long. The ankle shackles were about 3” long. He had similar wrist shackles joined by about 2ft of chain. In the middle of this chain was a ring through which went the main body chain, so his hands were fastened to the main chain but he could move them up and down. However at the moment his wrist irons were fastened to the side D-rings using a couple of padlocks and leaving him about 6” of chain on which to move his hands. As he moved the body chain banged against his cock tube. He asked about my uniform.
“I’ve not seen a helmet like that before. It must be a new design. What is it like to wear?”
He moved close to me and fingered the helmet with his restrained hand.
“Feels very solid and well-made”
“It feels very uncomfortable having my head encased in this helmet. It is heavy and makes me sweat. My vision is restricted as if I look down or sideways all I see is the black inside of the helmet. Eating and drinking is awkward and I must look very odd in it.”
“How long have you worn it”
“It was put on yesterday morning with the rest of my uniform”
I told him I was a debtor and it was estimated it would take 18 years to pay off the debt and I had been on washing up last night. I then asked about his situation.
“It seems strange that whilst I am sweating in this rubber suit you are kept naked”.
“Yes, your suit looks very smart, all clean and shinny.”
He explained he was a convicted drug dealer for which the mandatory sentence was life and he had been offered the chance of serving his sentence at The Club as a slave. It offered the possibility of a slightly better life than being locked up in jail so he accepted. That was over two years ago. On arrival he was first put in a medical unit and had the rings fitted to his nose, ears and nipples. It took a few days for the piercings to heal and he was then told he would have to wear a full set of chains. He was ordered to strip and taken to a workshop where the chains were fitted and the various items cold riveted so they could not be taken off.
“So you not had your chains off for over two years?”
“No, they are never removed”
“And you are also kept naked. It must be cold in winter”
“I suppose I have got used to it. I am allowed a sort of rubber cape to wear in winter. Obviously I cannot put on a shirt or trousers with my irons in place.”
I asked him why his hands were chained to his collar and he said he had not totally satisfied a customer last night and this was his punishment. He was used as a sex slave and had to satisfy customers who would want to be serviced by him and who were turned on with someone in chains and ringed. On duty he would have his cock-tube and butt plug removed and he would be flushed out before duty. I made him a mug of coffee and one for myself. Whilst they were cooling a little I got out my drinking tube and then placed Iggy’s mug in his hand. He had enough movement of his hands to be able to lift up his snout ring with one hand and to put the mug to his lips with the other. I drank my coffee and then had a cheese sandwich which I pushed through my mouth slit. I found myself intrigued by Iggy and his chains. I could feel my cock hardening and it pressed against the restraint of the diaper. Of course I was even more in ‘chastity’ with my cock encased in the diapers, rubber pants and the suit than Iggy was with his cock-tube, which at least he got taken off daily. I asked him about wearing it and he explained that the inside of the tube was neoprene lined and the neoprene had a mass of tiny pin like extensions on the surface so if he tried to get a hard on it became painful as they dug into his penis, which was unable to straighten anyway. I asked if he minded if it touched his cock tube and he said go ahead. I handled the tube which had a metal cuff above his scrotum to hold it in place. It was attached to a leather waist belt and there was strap which went between his legs to hold the butt plug in place and which attached to the belt at the rear. It felt quite heavy and his chain lay alongside it and it clinked slightly as I moved it against the chain. I could not resist stroking his cock head where it stuck out of the end of the tube and I felt him winch slightly. I quickly let go the tube and apologised.
“Don’t apologies. I liked it. I could feel my cock move in the tube. Do it again”
I again put my hand under his tube, lifted it up a little and then stroked his cock head gently. It really turned me on and my own cock hardened inside the diaper. I asked if it was what he wanted and he said it was very stimulating. I must have stroked him for about three minutes and could feel his cock stiffening.
“That’s enough, thank you. The tube is starting to hurt me, which of course always happens.”
I let go his cock tube and it dropped against his chain. I moved away from him and wondered what had I done. However he seemed cheerful and as he excused himself and clanked out of the mess room he said he hoped we would be able to meet again. His room was C.21. I followed him out and return to my cell. Adrian was still asleep so I sat in one of the chairs, my rigid leg stuck out in front of me. I had now been in my uniform for a whole day. I felt dirty and sweaty. I just sat there, staring out through the eye slits in the helmet, my mind a blank.

to be continued