House sitting

Author: eckie
Title: House sitting
Date: 01 June 2011

I was heading for my friend’s house, they were going away for a long weekend and asked me if i would be house sitting for them in that time, fridge is filled, dvd collection updated, beer in the basement, so i agreed as i did not have any plans for that weekend anyway. They left this morning and i had keys to their place already, so after work i headed directly towards their place, which was a bit out of town, but just half an hour drive from my own place and work. i did not have anything with me, as i knew i would not really need anything, if i needed a bathrobe or change of clothing, they had plenty i could wear during my stay, i had visited them often before, especially their basement, one anyone can dream of, anything one would want can be found there and more, so i did spend a lot of exciting times with them down there in the past already.
it was a pity of course that i was alone there, as most of the stuff needs someone else to use it on one or each other, but i was sure they would as little thank you gesture invite me quickly for another good time in their house once they returned.

Once i arrived i parked my car in their now empty garage and went into the house. It was a rather big house, almost an estate one could day, far from anyone else, no nosy neighbors peeking into windows, a perfect place to fool around as you wish. i had grabbed the mail from the mailbox on the portal to their place, a few hundred meters to walk in case you forget to grab it while coming in with the car, i placed the mail on a sideboard in the entrance hall and went into the kitchen, grab a beer from the fridge and then sat down in the living room, switching on the TV. They had a great DVD collection, so i would not get bored quickly and i always enjoyed being here at their place anyway.

after some time watching TV, having emptied the second beer also, i thought i should not just sit here on the couch all evening, i might just as well check out their basement, if they had any new gear or stuff, maybe change into something horny as well for the duration of my stay. So i went downstairs into the rather large playroom area, it spanned actually several rooms of the basement, a dungeon room, a generic playroom, a prison cell, a shower, anything one needs for an excessive weekend without leaving the basement...

I headed for the playroom i knew they had stored most of their gear in there. On first look around i did not see anything i did not know, from having seen it as well of having spent my share of time getting it used on me, smile. I opened a few drawers and closets checking what is there, until i decided to get something comfy but still horny for myself. I stripped off my regular clothes and took a rubber singlet out of the closet, nice comfortable one piece rubber like a tank top with attached Bermuda. Their gear was always well taken care of and prepared, it was already slightly lubed so easy to slip inside. given their interest for layering, most gear was always prepared to be used in various ways without taking it off, this singlet also had a sheet for cock and balls but as well an internal sheet for the butt, so that once places proper it is no issue to fuck or use plugs without taking it off either. i chose a not too large plug and with it made sure that sheet placed itself nicely up my butt, once the plug was seated i felt immediately horny, again thinking what pity it is that most of the gear would not be usable for me during the weekend, being alone makes most things impossible.

Having a semi hard on already made my dick fit nicely in its rubber sheet as well, but i thought that i would not just wank it off and be done, but wanted to make it a comfortable discomfort for the evening, so i checked on their chastity devices. I knew they had various that fit well on me, too much time i had been kept frustrated in some of them already in the past. i always loved that carrara device they had, so chose that one and put it on myself, slipping my half hard dick into its tube, sliding the ends of the waist belt into their leads until it sat comfortable around my hips and locking it in place then. The bar between legs then also automatically pushing the plug a little deeper and keeping it in place. I took out the key of the lock and placed it on a board right next to the door so i would not have to search for it later when i wanted out again. My dick responded of course already, now no longer comfortably expanding but feeling its prison, enhancing again the horniness, such devices really are sort of a devils circle; you love them and hate them at the same time.

I chose then a pair of arm long rubber gloves, added a pair of knee-high rubbersocks before adding a one rubber cat suit, nice thick rubber, but sill comfy to wear. With the cat suit on top of gloves and socks, those were no longer coming off until i get out of the suit. with only the head being uncovered now i picked one of their rubber hoods, open eyes, nose holes, open mouth, once it slipped over my head and all openings proper aligned, i tucked it into the collar of the cat suit, sipping it up again, now being head to toe sealed in rubber, and i loves it. i thought that would do find as evening wear whilst watching a few movies so i headed back up again, made myself some quick food and then laid on the couch, starting the next movie. a couple more beers, a few movies ahead and it was late in the night, i had a long day behind and was tired so decided it was time to get some sleep. at first i thought i would undress all the rubber, but then i thought i would only take off the hood, suit, gloves and socks and keep the rest, so in chastity, plugged and with the rubber singlet still on i headed for one of the guest rooms i used to sleep in during my visits (that is if i was not sleeping in the basement in some restrained form) and went to bed.

Having been so tired i fell asleep quickly and slept rather well also, until of course the morning hard on wakes you up, being in the chastity belt during that makes this usually happen. First i thought about taking it off to get relief, but then i decided to just focus on menial things to get rid of that hard on and keep my horniness for later. Once succeeded and the pain from the imprisoned dick was fading, i even fell back into sleep again.

Next time i woke up was almost noon already. I was hungry and got up to get some breakfast. I’d pick up their mail from the gate later after shower, now i just got some good old hot coffee and my usual cigarette, best breakfast one can have, but being actually hungry i decided for some cereals as well with it. When sitting down for breakfast i noticed the plug of course still in place, it was as said not a big one, so i almost forgot that it was up there. It got me hornier again immediately however, so i thought i might just skip the shower today and instead see what other comfy outfit i could do myself for today.

After finishing breakfast, three cups of coffee and having read the newspaper online i headed back downstairs again. Since the plug felt so right in its place i decided to take one size larger now instead. i removed the cb and took out the current plug, being in its inner ass sheet it was of course clean, no issues on that, lubing up the new plug then and inserting it as replacement, it went in surprisingly easy, then again my ass had the other plug in overnight, so it made sense. I did not want to jerk off so quickly so of course the cb went right back on, before my dick got too hard to fit inside again, smile. I also decided the rest of yesterday’s outfit comes on again too, covering me head to toe again, but this time i decided to add a layer of something to it. I looked around the closets and finally chose to go with one of the army protection suits, the complete version of course. so i stepped into the one piece (i never was sure where they are from, i guess some eastern country was the origin of this one) with attached heavy rubber boots, slipped it up my bode, my arms into the sleeves with also attached thick rubber gloves, but then stopping to add the complimentary gasmask first. I help it up but then thought that if i anyway did not have ability to eat or drink, i might just as well add something underneath. So i picked up their muzzle harness, a special made version, holding a thick and side gag embedded a rather wide collar and all of it lockable of course. I managed with my gloved hands to finally get it on my rubbered head and lock it, and then i took again that gasmask and put it on as well before now pulling the rest of the protection suit over my head, fitting perfectly on the gasmask, sealing it all tight. The suit had an airtight zip as well in the front, which i closed now completely before tightening the attached straps around the suits waist and around the neck, having a well-fitting airtight suit now over the complete rubber. I was satisfied with this outfit for the day and went upstairs again.

Once back in the living room, now everything looks different of course, it always does when looking at it through the lenses of a gasmask and hearing one’s own breathe so intense. I sat down on the couch again and though about taking another movie in or maybe some news, but then remembered that i still needed to fetch the mail from the gate. the two insisted in it being emptied in time, in the past some mail got stolen several times and as well a full mailbox indicates an empty house, in an abandoned area as they are that is never a good thing to do. at first i thought i would have to get undressed again for it, but then thought that they live so far off anyone else and the likelihood of someone coming and seeing me fetching the mail in my current outfit is rather small, so i decided to go there as i was, in me suit, gas masked, dressed up. it was rather warm outside and walking to the gate in that suit makes it even warmer, especially since i tried to have a fast walk to and from there so that just in case... i might be out of sight quickly again. not being used to the wright of the suit and the breathing in the gasmask while fast walking caused feeling slightly exhausted when i returned with the mail and i could feel some sweat running down my back inside the rubber, but i definitely liked it. I would have loved taking a cold beer now, but that would mean taking off something, and i decided i will not take anything off before evening time when i would have some dinner. However I did have to piss and that meant to just let it run now. i did that in the past many times, so it was not an issue, but it was nice the following few hours then, always that slashing sound on every move i made, my piss and sweat mixed together inside the suits i was wearing. i did watch again some movies, one porn as well, enhancing the frustration and horniness at the same time, rubbing the unforgiveable steel of the belt while attempting to get some satisfaction over the horny movie, yet of course that being a futile attempt.

when dinnertime came i decided to cook some meal while still in my suits, enjoying it too much to get out just yet, it was of course more of a challenge with limited vision from the gasmask and being rather clumsy with the thick gloves, but i managed to get something cooked and done, ready to eat, that was when i had to start taking parts off then, however i only took off the suits hood and the gasmask, enough to be able to eat, i would take off the rest later after dinner then. I definitely enjoyed a bottle of cold water now and was hungry enough to quickly swallow all cooked food also. I certainly felt good gain now and thought what i could do next; i did not fancy just another movie now, so thought i might see what else i could do downstairs then instead for the evening.

I went downstairs and first got out of all i had on me, i took off everything this time, now also feeling the plug getting more uncomfortable, i definitely needed to use the toilet also, and so once I was naked again I took first a long shower and then a long dump. Back in the playroom i thought about what i could do then next. Looking around i also checked the other rooms again, maybe see something i could do by myself that would make it a nice and horny evening.

Going through all other closets and drawers i finally found something i had not seen before with them, it was hidden in some carbon boxes; obviously they had received those only recently. When opening those boxes i saw lots of extreme thick and heavy steel inside, it looked like steel for every part of the body, the collar, the wrists, the ankles, a waist belt, steel mitts, lots connecting chains and even a steel helmet. I definitely had to try that on, that was certain, so i took all the boxes out in the open and unpacked it all. I inspected the various parts and found some interesting features, the collar was like a posture collar, adjustable to put the head in a certain position and keep it there, the helmet looked like a match to the collar; it seemed it would snap into place anchoring on it as well. It must have weighed a few pounds when put together. the waist belt, ankle and wrist parts were each about 3 inch wise and about 2 inch thick, and as you can imagine, rather heavy as well, additionally parts were connected with rather thick chains too (one foot chain between the ankles, each wrist with just a few inches connected to the waist belt). I could also detect that the helmet had inside an extension, made of steel, a plate reaching into the mouth, long enough to probably reach far into the mouth and keep the tongue pressed down, probably effectively silencing the victim. The helmet was shaped like a human head, contours of everything, and where the ears are, i also noticed some sort of earphones or similar, so one could obviously be hit with noise or spoken to through those. The eyes of the helmet were covered in clear plastic, open at first, but i saw the mechanism to close them, effectively keeping the victim in the dark then also. Once i figured the parts out i definitely had to put them on, no way to resist that. But still being naked was not what i had in mind when locking those heavy devices on so i started to get into some more interesting gear again.

Having steel in mind, of course a steel chastity was mandatory again, but this time i chose for another belt, the latowski, looks like almost wearing a panty, covering front and back completely and certainly will add to the looks of the other steel very well i thought. once again of course this was not the regular device, they had it modified to accommodate some tens unit for both ends, dick and balls could be under shocks, but as well a special plug add-on to the back plane was possible to connect to it. I did not add the wires for it now, but knew how well they work from some previous experiences with the guys here. i decided to put on my favorite rubber suit of them, a full one piece rubber suit, including attached hood, gloves and socks, with only a small zipped entry on the backside, a thickened small hole in the front acting as tight cockring when dick and balls are slipped through and a similar hole on the back to later be able to fuck or insert a plug. i slipped my legs inside and pulled it up over my hips, made sure my dick and balls slip into place through the tight cockring there, that is when it gets tricky, having to slip the upper body through that opening inside and adjust the rubber accordingly, making sure the head skips through the tight neck into the attached hood, arms skip proper into their sleeves too and ending up with just having to zip up that small back to be sealed well into it. It took a while but i managed to get it proper done and stood there now in head to toe rubber, just the dick and balls still exposed, looking through pin holed eyes of the rubber hood, only my still uncovered lips still visible also then.

I thought the metal will look great now on the black of the rubber, so first locked on the latowski belt and immediately looked into one of the mirrors in the room, the blank steel on the black shiny body indeed looked great. since i needed my hands for the rest, i decided to start with the ankle shackles, i opened each and saw they had simple snap locks, just push them together and they immediately lock, of course i checked how to unlock them also, a simple push of an embedded button unlocked them right away, no keys needed, so rather easy i thought. I put one each on my legs and snapped them shut, leaving me with one foot chain between them now. I tried walking around in the room a bit, no big steps of course, but no trouble either, other than feeling their rather heavy weight now on every step. next to lock on was the waist belt, same locking mechanism, and once it snapped shut, i had on each side one of the heavy wrist shackled dangling off their short attached chain, but that was for later. Next to get was that ingenious collar/helmet combination. I first put on the posture collar, not yet adjusting it tightly to make the neck and head totally rigid yet, then i took the helmet and tried to get it in place proper too. the two halves also would snap shut as easy as the rest, so i made sure i had the helmet proper in place first, inserting that long metal plate into my mouth, indeed pressing down the tongue then and making speech rather impossible, made sure the ear parts are aligned at my ears proper before i clicked the two halves shut and locking the helmet in place with that. I still could see through the open lenses, but attempting to speak was no longer an option as well as the ear parts seemed to dampen any noises from around me now successfully too. i tries feeling the bottom end of the helmet and as well the top part of the collar, i could feel the carve in the top of the collar where the helmet obviously would rest in and managed with a bit of twisting and turning to have the helmet slide in place in that carve, holding my head rather still i then started adjusting the posture collar, the extensions on front and backside that - once resting on my body - would hold the neck and head rigid in place. i could hear the clicking of the extensions when they snapped into place and once done, i no longer was able to bend or turn my head in any direction, this was a very effective device i thought, and if it would have been possible, my dick would have shown that for sure too.

However that had the problem coming now with the hands, i no longer was able to look down, so tried to position myself in front of some mirror in order to get a glimpse of working the cuffs and mitts i still had to lock on my hands and wrists. getting the wrists into the shackles will be easy, i checked the mitts too, they had the same snap locking mechanism, and i also now detected that carve inside the front part of the wrist shackles, so obviously the steel mitts were supposed to anchor in there just as the helmet anchors in the collar. i held one mitt in each hand before i locked the heavy shackles around my wrists, then the harder part came, to get my hands into the mitts, but since there was a bar spanning inside the top half of each mitt, able to slide my hand under it and grab it, that was not as difficult as i thought, snapping the first one shut was easy, i used my fingers for it, stretching the hands on the short chains just far enough to reach over, the second however i could no longer use the fingers of the other hand, now successfully sealed in the locked steel, but since it was that same sort snap lock as on all other parts, i used gravity ... swinging the open half with some speed over so that once it hit the other half, it snapped locked right away. I tried to get a view on the hands in the mirror, thinking maybe i would be able to also slide them into their predestined place in the wrist shackled, but no matter how hard i tried, i got only 'almost' in, but somehow they did not want to stay in place.

i shoveled a little back now and got a look of myself in full length in that mirror, it looked great, all the steel, the anonymous steel head that sill looked like a human face of a stranger, the belt, the shackles, the chains, it all made me very horny, of course, that is a moment where one swears to have put on a chastity belt, then again, in the locked short chained mitts, my hands were rather useless anyway. Too bad i thought that i can just get out any time now, but still i at least wanted to enjoy those heavy steel parts on me for a while. I decided to go a little exploring the house in the chains that might be an interesting feeling, so slowly walked towards the stairway upstairs. I found out i had issues with those stairs, not able to actually get my legs apart enough to reach the next higher step, so i would have to crawl up somehow in order to get there. I decided for the moment i would just enjoy some time down here, enough space to walk slowly around and enjoy the sound and feel of the heavy steel. After having walked each room and attempted to use my hands to grab anything i might see without success, i decided i might just as well get some rest in the prison cell, an appropriate place for such chained up object, i smiled, though with that helmet nobody would see such smile of course. When i reached the cell, i managed to open the door and get sat down on the small hard bench in there, a real prison bench, not too comfortable; then again, a prisoner is not locked in a cell for comfort anyway. I laid down there and after a short while even dozed away a little, not walking with the heavy steel on is rather comfortable i thought and the walking in all of it makes one quickly tired too, even if it is not a long walk.

When i came to again i was at first a bit puzzled before realizing where/how i had fitted myself, but i also got a bit thirsty and hungry again, so i thought it was time to get upstairs again. At first i thought about crawling up there, as taking the stairs with the short foot chain was not possible, but then i decided i would just take off the restraints for now, i could always out them back on later again if i wanted to. Since the light was very dim in the cell i decided to shovel out into the playroom, where i could see better and had the mirrors to assist on it again. once in there i first wanted to turn up the lights, however quickly realized that the mitts but as well the very short chain keeping the hands down to the waist belt prevent me from even reaching the dimmer, but it was bright enough to see (as much as the pin holed eyes in the rubber hood under the helmet and the small eye opening in the helmet allowed).

i shoveled in front of one of the mirrors and tried to look at the mittens, so that i could locate the embedded release button, it was rather clear visible, but then the trouble started ... whilst inside those mittens, being round like a ball, there was no way to actually push that button far enough to release the snap locks, and without getting at least one hand out of them, there was no way to take off anything at all. As much as i tried to wind my mitts or reach that button in some ways, any attempt failed miserably. i thought i definitely have to find another way, something i can use to push that release button, something small, long enough to press the mitt against it, so something actually in reach of the short chained hands. i started looking around, but in neither of the rooms i could find anything, i remembered the guys once telling that they made sure nothing sticks out, nothing is left unsecured, nothing where a slave boy/victim could accidentally hurt himself, and they were right, no matter how intense i looked, down here was absolutely nothing i could use to push that release button. So i had no actual choice, i would have to get upstairs somehow and look for something there then.

as taking the stairs on foot was not an option, i managed to sit down on one of the steps and then started slowly crawling backwards up there, one would not imagine at first how difficult it is when hands and legs have such limited movement, it is exhausting and especially all rubbered makes the sweat poor down inside also. However i finally made it up to the living area and started shoveling around there, room by room, trying to find something. I could not grab a knife or any other item to assist me, so has to find something stable and pointy and in reach to allow me pushing the mitt against it. i was so busy that i did not notice at first the answering machine was blinking, so someone called in the time i was downstairs, maybe the guys wanted to check if i was here and everything was ok, well i would check later when i was free again, but now kept focus on looking for something to help me get out. I felt the sweat pour down my back and into the feet of the suit, not that there was anything to do; i certainly was not horny at the moment, but not yet panicking either.

i kept looking i guess for almost an hour now, getting exhausted shoveling around, trying to focus my eyes with the limited view i had, of course some rooms were pitch dark, no way to find anything in there as turning on lights was not possible with my mitts either. i kept such focus on the search that i completely missed out on someone entering the house, i almost fell when suddenly a stranger stood right in front of me when i came out of one other room i searched. of course i wanted to ask what was going on, was it a burglar, was it a friend of the house, how did he get in, but the plate inside my mouth allowed no more than some grunting towards the stranger. My fear however was taken away immediately by that strangers smile and immediate attempt to calm me down, explaining he is a close friend of the house and had called earlier, but the fact that the guys always answer, and if not home some house sitter usually answers made him worry, so he checked over to see if all was alright, having seen lights in the house then made him use the spare hidden key to enter the house and look around, that is where he found me now. And he smiled a lot, enjoying what he saw in front of him. He said: what a nice specimen do we have here, how did you get into that and where are the guys then, did they leave you like this? I tried to reply, but the grunting did not help much in explaining that i had troubles getting out of what i had put myself into earlier. He asked if i was the house sitter then and i grunted some hum hum, trying to make him understand a yes, which he actually did. Then he said that if a house sitter was here it means the guys are obviously away for the weekend, i hum hum ed again, nodding was not possible in my current situation. He asked how i got into all the gear but of course i could not tell him, but then he got this evil grin on his face, immediately then telling me that he had a good idea what to do with me then. I tried to back out but he immediately grabbed me and led me into the hallway, opening the door to the utility closet there and shoving me in there. He obviously knew his way around, so was familiar with everything in the house and from the guys here. as soon as i stood in that closet he attached a chain dangling from its ceiling to the top of the helmet, keeping me sufficiently in place now, no getting out of there on my own anymore. Then the door to the closet closed, and while i kept grunting in protest about what just happened i could make out the door closing again, he actually left the house again, leaving me locked up in here not knowing what will happen. any chance of release was with that of course gone, not being able to see in that dark closet, not able to walk the house searching for something to get those metal devices off me, i was doomed to wait for what was to come.

i hoped that if he actually left me there and did not come back that the guys would not be home too late tomorrow them, hearing me grunt inside the closet and getting me released then, probably laughing a lot on me for having gotten myself into it in the first place, but i could easily deal with that, as long as nothing actually would happen to me whilst being locked up now. i am not sure how long i stayed there, sweating a lot, feeling scared of the situation, wondering who that other guy was and what he meant with his idea about me, it must have been at least two hours before i hear the door fall shut again, someone was back, certainly not the guys, they were not due before tomorrow, was it the stranger again, or did someone else know about the hidden spare key (not even i knew about it until now). It took at least another hour before the door to the closet finally opened again and i indeed saw the same guy from before, again with a very evil grin on his face.

he unlocked the chain keeping me in place and dragged me out of the closet again, while shoveling back towards the living room he told me that he has been working on a recent order the guys made with him, he was a welder and specialized in this kind of equipment they loved so much, in fact the steel I was locked into was made by him as well only recently. That did not sound good to me, at least he was not a weirdo burglar that would harm me, but being into this stuff and having found me in my current situation did not promise me an early release. When we entered the living room i could see why my fear was correct.

in the middle of the room was a large wooden box, the top lid and three of the wall sides were taken down, laid out on the bottom, still hinged to the bottom plate of the box, but what worried me was the content of it, a massive chair like device, all heavy set and built, from the first look making me realize that it is about fixing a victim into it in such ways that getting out is no option at all anymore. he stood in front of me then and with that same evil grin told me that i was not in a situation to refuse or rebel against it, so i should better comply, that would make things easier for both of us, either way i would end up in that chair, the item he just finished for the guys and i was the first to go for a test ride in it. That did not sound too exciting, yet i could feel my dick in his prison respond differently. having my love for tight bondage made it easier to comply, at the end he seemed to know what he does and a friend of the house, so i thought there would not be anything wrong with letting him fix me into that chair for a while - since it was made for the guys i would at some point anyway certainly end up in it when visiting here.

I grunted some confirming noises towards him and he said alright, let’s get you seated then, boy. He led me towards the device and then turned me around, shoving me backward a little until i felt the space to sit then. he lead me to sit all the way back, sitting with my upper body upright directly on the back of that chair and then immediately handled the collar and helmet parts, from the speed they were immobile fastened to that back i realized that the chair had been made to actually fit those steel parts i had on me, some simple snap clicks and helmet and collar were rigidly fixed to it, keeping me already sufficiently in place, no quick getting up or resisting possible anymore now already.

then he actually unlocked one of the wrists from the waist belt, keeping my hands of course in the mitts, leading my arm on to the lean, making sure my elbow touches the back of the chair again the then immediately snapped a series of shackled shut, from right the elbow all the way to the wrist it was 4 of those shackled, sitting tight on my lower arm now and keeping it in place as well, i noticed that obviously (i could not bend down to look) the mitts had their own prepared space in that lean, as they felt laying on there naturally, not bent upwards, a final clicking noise however fixed that mitt in its place too, no part of the lower arm could be moved now. The same happened to the other arm and in no time both arms were seated and locked in place. he then removed the waist belt with the shackled dangling from the short chains, just to replace it with another belt that fitted tight around me at the waist area but snapped in place right into the back of the chair also, two more of those followed on chest height and right under the armpits, securing my upper body tight to the chairs back. For the upper arms as well three of those shackles like parts were produced out of nowhere and snapping into the matching parts in the back of the chair, within a few minutes i was completely immobile from head to waist.

He stood back a little and looked at his work, nodding to himself and then continuing on the legs. he first removed the locked on shackles and then lead each leg to the sides a little, i could feel them seat into some mold for the upper legs and immediately those shackles followed from right at the crotch area to the knee, 4 on each side, tight enough to allow almost no more moving of the upper legs now and right away continuing with the lower parts of the legs. Each was again with 4 of those shackles fixed to either side of that chair and additionally even the feet were fixed with two more of them, i could no longer wiggle my feet left or right or up or down, they were kept in place as any other part of the body. he stood back again, obviously thinking about something and then disappeared out of my sight, just to come back after a few minutes, telling me that he noticed some part was missing, holding the tens unit and a few cables into my sight. Those i indeed had on purpose not added to the chastity belt, not wanting to use those by myself, but obviously they will become part of the whole now. He told me that the chair has prepared the needed compartment for the unit and the cables and once in place would not even be visible, but i sure would notice it later then. He was again out of my sight for a while and i could notice him obviously handling the cables and connecting then in the proper plugs, this would allow using the tens on the dick and balls, luckily i had not used the special plug for them earlier. I would have enough to deal with the front being treated that way. Shortly after i could feel some slight tingling already on my dick and balls, when he came back into my vision. He then told me that there was one more surprise to come, that he had built into the chair on the guy’s request. He held a remote into my vision and pushed a button, and shortly after i felt the surprise ... out of the bottom under the chair an intruder tried forcing its way into my butt. Slowly but steady it pressed against it, i had little choice to reject this, trying to relax my muscles would make it less painful i thought, since there was no choice that was the best way of action right now. I heard him say that i best relax, as that dildo will get up my butt, whether i like it or not, and the more i comply, the less it w=ill hurt. Knowing from previous experience i had to agree, so i did my best to support that dildo intruding me now. I did not know what size it was or how far it was in already, it felt huge and it felt deep, but suddenly it stopped moving.

He then came closer again and told me that i was now all set and wired up for the fun to begin. the tens was connected to power, no batteries to give up anytime soon, the dildo i felt up my butt also was connected to a mechanism, it was not just a dildo, but an actual fucking machine built into the seat of the chair. On its way up and down it was greasing itself constantly, so even over long use it would not dry out and keep sliding nicely. He told me it was in only about a third of its length, that was the starting point, and during its run it would randomly adjust how deep it goes in as well as adjusting its speed, from standing still to rough hard fast fucking. The tens on my dick and balls as well would run randomly, from easy tingling over horny stimulation to hard pain, never knowing if, when, how strong it will come. i was already completely immobilized, unable to move any part of my body, additionally of course it will be an extra to be isolated during the treatment, so there will be some white noise in the earplugs of the helmet as well as of course the currently still open eyes of the helmet will be closed, i would be kept all in my own world, kept immobile, having to enjoy the ass, dick and ball work of the machine.

He asked how i liked that situation, but again nothing but some grunting could be heard, i was half protesting, half agreeing, at the moment it sounded like a fabulous device, one to enjoy for a while for sure. he continued however before starting the machine and isolating me, he would make this a surprise for the guys, when they come home tomorrow he would leave a note about the large box in the living room, about having finished the chair to their requests and having added a little extra to it for being such good customers, that extra being me fixed inside it and the machine in use. Now i tried to protest, grunting my way as good as i could, but that did not help, he neither understood what i meant, nor did he actually care for it.

he started to put the box together again, mounting the two sides in place and locking them, mounting the lid on top and locking it as well, and before he did the front part of the box he pushed another button, the shite noise started rather loud, i no longer heard anything but that and then he closed the still open eyeholes of the helmet. i was in total darkness, unable to hear anything, unable to move any part of myself and i knew he was right that moment closing the last part of the box, making it just another box without revealing what goes on inside.

It did not take long before the machine started its work, the tingling in the front changed to heavier pulsing; the dildo started slowly moving up and down. i was tortured on the front and fucks in the back by a machine, merciless, restless, and there was no way to change that for me, whoever is outside the box is the only person able to stop it, to release it, to release me. i tried resuming what time it may be, it must be at least 2 or 3 am now, that means depending when the guys would return, at least 12 hours or more in here, i tried once more to grunt my protest, but i was sure it would not even be heard outside the box, there was nothing i could do, i was doomed to accept the machine playing me as the random choices will determine.

it was of course a long night, no sleep, getting slow fucked, hard fucked, deep ducked, hardly any rest in between, getting the tingling sensation of stimulation making me extremely horny on dick and balls, unable to really get hard without pain, unable to actually cum, somehow the machine always stopped before i was ready to cum, changing with hard pain in dick and balls or one and then the other, all i could do is accept it, feel my sweat run down the suit, feel pissing myself, feel the relentless abuse of the machine and just trying to imagine how many hours were left, how long still having to endure it... i was in hell, but ... also in heaven. The finality of the situation, the complete being delivered to it, the absolute inability to do anything but to endure, it has its exciting part, the torture was the counterpart, but i faded away in the isolation during the time, letting myself go and just trying to enjoy the good parts and to overcome the bad moments of it.

It felt like days, it was a night and half a day, but at some point i thought to feel some cooler air on the rubber on my body. I was right, the guys had returned, they found the note, saw the box, but evil as they are did not release me right away; instead they unpacked, had coffee, sorted their mail and took generally their time before attending that large box in their living room. I had spent a total of almost 16 hours tortured and pleasured by the machine, i was done, exhausted, could barely move or speak at all. When i saw the face of one of the guys when he opened the eyeholes of the mask i could neither grunt nor make myself noticeable in any form. The white noise stopped then too and i heard as if it was far away that i must have had the time of my life in there, but it was a deserved punishment as well for having gotten me into the situation at first.

They undid piece by piece all the steel holding me in place and once the collar and helmet also were loose, i barely moved, too weak i was after that time in the box. They noticed probably and helped me out of that chair, every part of my body seemed to hurt, so it took time before i stood and was lead to the comfort of the couch. They then removed the collar and helmet as well as the mitts, i finally was free to move, slowly, hurting almost everywhere from the stiffness of the long hours immobilization. They also handed me a bottle water to drink, something i definitely needed now and after some time i was finally able to speak fine again.

We talked about how i got into the situation, what followed, what happened, and i told them i will have to find a payback for not immediately releasing me after they found out i am being tortured inside that chair. But i also had to congratulate them for that idea and the make of the chair, it was effective, unbeatable, and relentless, once in that chair, there is no way to do anything about whatever comes then. i said i might have asked to test it once i saw it, but certainly not that long and extreme as i did now, but after having done the first ride in it in that way, i might come back at another time and ask for more - already having a smirk on my face, showing the guys that i was an ever hungry bottom, never spending enough time geared and tied up.

we talked for a little while more before i said that i should get out of the gear now, having been inside that long, the piss and sweat in the suit getting more than just uncomfortable now, so they let me head to the guestroom, having a loooong shower there after being out of all the gear, feeling now even more the aching of every body part, however feeling a little empty now that there was nothing up my butt anymore, the hours of constantly being worked my the machine have certainly left their mark there.

when i came back downstairs the guys were still sitting on the couch, but had prepared some meal in the kitchen, so we went there to eat and talk a bit more, i could use that for sure, sitting naked now at the table was no issue, i had done that many times before when staying with them for weekends. after finishing the food one of them said that it is a shame to see me all naked and free and if i would not want a little more of play or if after the recent treatment i had enough already. I still ached here and there nut my dick... well he has a mind of his own, the response was clear so i agreed to have another 'little' gearing up if they would not mind.

They both grinned about that insatiable bottom i was and we went downstairs again, where my self-inflicted torture started the day before. They asked if i had anything in particular in mind, but i replied that the past two days i chose myself, so rather would have them chose for me now. Since i had the Carrara and the latowski already used, they chose a neosteel like belt now for me, one with also lockable back plate to hold again a plug inside. Once it was fitted on me and locked in place, of course immediately a midsized plug was added and also padlocked in place then. Again front and back were locked and taken care of now.

A very thick rubber short was added then, keeping the belt protected but as well whatever else comes protected from the edges of the locks. They then picked out a very thick one piece cat suit, attached mitts and attached socks, a neck entry suit that requires help because of the thickness of the rubber, two guys pulling the entry open so that the victim gets inside. i struggled all the way inside the suit and getting my feet and fists settle in their ends, when the guys released the neck it snapped back into shape, sealing my body in rubber from neck down now and also keeping my hands in a fist again, there was already no way for me to take that off alone now.

of course they chose a hood then as well, again a rather thick rubber, but a hood molded to a human face, with all features visible, looking like a real face, just all in black, a zip at the back and tight fitting on my head, i had worn it previously so knew how well it fits me. The end of the hood was tucked into the collar of the suit again and i was head to toe sealed in rubber once again. Small holes in the eyes allowed some sight, nose holes were in right place allowing good breathing and the mouth, and well that was again a modification of the two guys. it took a while to get it all in place, but there was a complete inside part of slightly thinner rubber, filling the space between lips and gum, filling also the most part of the inner mouth and having an actual tongue also, so i had to slip my tongue inside that part, when it finally was seated i had my complete mouth covered in rubber, including the tongue covered in it, with that actually also no longer allowing me to speak.

They now put a harness on my body, from shoulders through crotch, strapping it well on my body and additionally locking each buckle with a small padlock, making sure it does not come off easily. Next some restraints are locked on each wrist and both arms bent to my back, lifted rather high and locked on to the harness there, i have them kind of crossed now like mummies used to have it, just on my back. The mitted hands already allow no taking off, but everything still gets padlocked by them. Now rope is added, lots of it, around my upper body, around arms, between arms and body, around the wrists, creating some sort of rope harness around it all, tight and making my arms rather immobile also now. To cover it in another layer of tightening rubber, another rubber suit is added, this one has again a neck entry only and attached socks, but it does not have any arms, the upper body in just one armless piece. They help me inside the legs and then pull it all up over my torso, once the neck sealed in place, there was nothing visible form the harness and the rope keeping my arms in position tightly on the back. The tightness of the suit added to the immobility of my arms also now.

Now they add a head harness, covering all of my head, buckled up and again padlocked, before helping me to lie down on the large bench in the middle of the room. I was turned on my front and then they bent my legs up towards my butt, first crossing the ankles and tying them with rope together in that position, but also using rope to tie each of the ankles tight then to the matching thigh. I could no longer stretch them in any direction now, but they also continue now to tie my knees together, if hands were visible, it would have been a regular hogtie, but this way it was just a tight tie of a helpless body in rubber. But of course it was not finished yet. They added lots of straps, from top of shoulders all the way down to the knees, making sure it creates sort of a web of straps holding each other in place, all straps holding lots of large d-rings on them. and once that was done they worked together on encasing that helpless rubber body in cling film, one lifting the body, the other wrapping lots of cling films around it, it was one of those stretch films that tighten after being applied, so when everything from knee to shoulder was completely wrapped in it, the tightness was strong enough to make sure there was no movement of myself anymore. They did now start slicing little bits of the cling film, getting one by one those d0rings out again for later use. once that was finished, they added an extra layer of black duct tape over the whole body, including the head, making sure breathing holes remain open, but the rest was now completely covered in black tape, a large lump of cling filmed body was the result. Once again they slice the tape in the right places to ensure getting access to the d-rings again, the ones of the straps around the body and as well some of the rings on the head harness.

Finally they seem to be satisfied with their 'product' and the final touch was to be set. An electric winch was activated, lowering a construction of welded bars from the ceiling right down to about an inch above the highest part of that packed up body. Then they start using ropes to connect all available d-rings towards that frame of bars, making sure they are equally set, tightened already to the max and not moving around once they would lift the body up. Once they were satisfied with the result, the winch was activated again and i was lifted up to the ceiling, this ceiling being about ten feet above the ground. Then i heard them say, well we took an hour to get you ready, it is just fair to keep you up there now for at least five, so enjoy your time. Then the last thing i heard was the door being closed and i was all alone with myself, completely immobile, all rubbered in layers, and left to stir up there in the air.

did they mean it with the five hours i thought, my dick tried responding to the tightness and extreme horniness of the bonds keeping me there now, but of course a futile attempt, i tried moving any part of my body, again a futile attempts, just the plug started massaging my prostate when i clinched my buttocks during the attempt to move, enhancing my horniness, at the same time enhancing the frustration of not being able to get hard or jerk off right now. i did however feel that i must be slightly swinging up there in the air now after having attempted to move, it just added to the horniness of the situation, and i must admit, it seemed to be even a very comfortable way i am in right now, i think if they really make it five hours, i will not have any troubles on that.

i cannot say how long it really was, it felt like a few hours, but then again in the dark and just hanging isolated there it is hardly possible to keep track of the time proper, so it may have been one hour, or may have been the five they told me, i would find out when i was released. But the winch got activated again and i was let down. it took some time to get everything off my body, but slowly i got more and more ability to move again, once stood up and the first suit pulled off, the ropes, locks, harness all taken off, until i finally stood there with just the chastity belt on, which i attempted to rub immediately, the weekend made me all the time horny and i still had not cum yet. the guys laughed at that and asked if i want that off too, pointing at the belt now, and i said that i certainly want to cum now, but they do know how much i also like to be not able to, hence every scene we had always involved full lockup in chastity.

They then said that they would not want me to immediately touch or cum when taking it off so before i knew i had my hands cuffed and hooked to a chain from the ceiling, above my head now unable to touch anything. Then they unlocked and removed the belt and the plug that was all the time held by it. My dick sprang to life immediately, rock hard, and while one started slowly stroking it, the other went back to the closets grabbing another device again. i was made to almost cum several times, over the next 20 minutes i got almost desperate and begged, begged as nobody ever begged before, but always just before i was there he stopped. after that the other came with a handful ice cubes and held them all over my dick and balls, i shuddered from the initial feel of the cold and in no time my former extreme horny hard on was gone, nothing left but the feel of unfulfilled horniness in my mind. After i was all soft, they once again put the carrara belt on me, the concept belt, the one covering also the balls, but it is in fact the most comfortable for longer time wear and it does not at all show under clothes, unless you wear stretch jeans maybe. They managed to put it proper tight on and locked it in place again. Then i was uncuffed and free to use my hands again, of course i rubbed where my dick would be, but nothing but cold unforgiveable steel there, the dick not feeling a thing of my rubbing hand. I was with a smile swearing at them, threatening for a someday payback for that torture, but of course we all knew i enjoyed as much as i hated it.

we all went upstairs again and on the couch were already my clothes that i wore when arriving on the previous Friday, i checked the clock and it was after midnight, so i assumed they indeed kept me hanging off the ceiling several hours, not sure if it really was five though. they told me to get dressed and on my questioning look about the carrara belt, they just laughed and told me that i had deserved some frustrating times, at the end i did not actually house sit well, being locked up half of the time in that box. They told me that i should not ask to be unlocked for at least the coming two weeks, and on my attempt to protest, it was immediately doubled to four weeks, asking if i still have anything to say ... but i kept better my mouth shut, else they just add more time to it. but they did promise in exchange for that they will plan another great weekend with me here that time, maybe using that chair once again on me - a great view on a great weekend to come i thought, but until then i will just have to stick to the frustration... it is not the first time they sent me home in it, it will not be the last time, but one thing is for sure, it keeps me coming back for more and more and more and more and....