John Becomes Famous part 1 - the surprise

Author: spartan
Title: John Becomes Famous (part 1) - the surprise
Date: 20 December 2009

It was a long week at work for John, and now that it was Friday night, he was eager to get home and into his favorite bondage position so he could jack off. He'd been doing self-bondage for some years, and had gradually gotten into more and more extreme positions.

John was good at his job, and, as is often the case with good workers, had been given more and more work without any additional advancement or compensation, since those are reserved for the people that the bosses recognize as being more like themselves. John had had to work late every day this week to get the work done, but he wasn't about to do that on Friday. John did not have the personality for management, though he did present himself well with his clothes in his white-collar job. John liked to wear nice suits with tight pants, tight shirts with high stiff collars and ties, too tight for proper fashion, but it's what John liked. John wasn't popular with his co-workers, not being very sociable, but he got the work done.

As soon as John got home he rushed upstairs to his bedroom, got out of his work clothes, and started getting into his bondage clothes. He first put on a condom, then put on the rubber body suit without an attached hood, then leather pants over the rubber, then a leather penis gag pulled tight, then his leather custom-made, skin tight bondage shirt which zipped up to his chin, being careful not to tear the rubber body suit.

After donning the clothes, John got his chains and a few other items and went downstairs. He got on a chair and attached the carefully-measured chain to the built-in steel railing on the second floor hallway, with the chain hanging down. Then he got the other chain, which had ankle cuffs connected by a short chain, with another chain attached which was to reach up to, and around the base of the neck. He screwed on the darby ankle cuffs, pulled up the chain tightly behind his back, tilted his head back and clipped it after wrapping it tightly around his neck. It initially restricted his breathing, but John knew that he would adjust after a few minutes. Then he put earplugs into both ears. They were carefully designed to keep out all sound.

John pushed the chair aside and got the step stool, the pair of hand cuffs and the hood he had ready. He got on the step stool and put on the hood, which was leather with only nose holes accessing the outside, and after lining it up properly, pulled the attached strings tight which caused the hood to become tight around his head, tying the strings in the back. He wrapped the chain hanging down from the railing around his neck under his chin, and clipped it tight at the previously measured spot. Then he carefully got one foot off the stool, standing on the floor on the front end of his foot, then the other. At this height the chain was quite tight around his neck and just allowed him to stand on the tips of his feet. He tested the hand cuff key, which was attached to the neck to ankle chain at just the right spot, to make sure it would still open the cuffs, made sure the side opened by the key would appear at the right spot for him to get the key, and then put the cuffs on behind his back, tightening them around his wrists.

This is the part that always excited John. He was now standing on the tips of his feet, hanging by a chain from the upstairs steel railing which would be eased by him pulling his head forward, except that the base of his neck was pulled backward by the chain to his ankles and the leather bondage shirt was keeping his chin up. He was unable to hear or see any outside sensations, with his hands cuffed behind him and all his senses focused on the bondage. He knew that the leather bondage shirt protected his neck from the chains, but that the chains were as tight as his neck could take, cutting off his breathing some, as did the gag in his mouth. If he moved in any direction it would cause one or the other chain to tighten, which would cause him problems. He also knew that he had to force himself to remain as calm as he could be under the circumstances. Still, he was starting to sweat in the rubber body suit covered by the leather.

The thought of his position would, he knew, start causing his cock to become erect, get him excited, and eventually he would jack off. This excitement would cause further problems for him in this position, which would get him going again. He was going to forget about the stress of work and enjoy this. He was going to be in bondage heaven for as long as he wanted to be, with the easy out provided by the convenient key for when he got tired of jacking off. There would be no one to check on him, no one to bother him. Nothing would go wrong; he'd thought of every eventuality, as he'd done all the other times before when he'd done this.

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The two men were well hidden, but had a good view of the guy putting himself in leather, chains and cuffs. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. It had been fairly easy to gain access to the house. The hard part was getting unseen and unheard onto the roof, which they did by climbing the tree in the fenced-in back yard. Once there it was easy to get through a window, which they then closed after gaining entry. Since it was winter, dark came early, and since they wore dark clothes, no neighbor would notice. But they hadn't expected the occupant to arrive so soon. On previous days he had returned home much later. They had to quickly find a place to hide. They were worried about what they would do if found. But an even bigger surprise was when the occupant chose to disappear from the sensory world. It solved their problem of being discovered.

Once the guy secured himself, after waiting about five minutes, the pair quietly walked over to the guy and removed the hand cuff key from the chain and removed the nearby step stool. The guy showed no sign that anything had changed in his setup. Since it appeared that the guy was not expecting company, the two burglars figured they had carte blanche to take their time to case the place for what they could take, since there was now no way for the guy to escape his bondage. They could even put the booty in the guy's van, since he was kind enough to take off his pants which contained his car keys. They could make multiple trips to their secret lair. What a sweet operation!

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While the two burglars were quietly and systematically ransacking John's house, John was blissfully unaware of what they were doing. He was off in his own dream world. Eventually, after several hours, he decided it was time to end his latest fun and return to have dinner. But when he went to reach for the key, he got a rude shock. It wasn't there! Damn, what could have happened!

After uttering the customary "oh shit", John tried moving his feet around on the floor, braving the effect this had on his neck and breathing, to see if the key had slipped off. But he could feel nothing. That produced the second shock. The step stool wasn't there either! This could only mean that someone else was in his house. John didn't know of anyone who would pull this kind of surprise on him. He'd chatted with people on line, but none of them knew his name or where he lived. He'd never been into the local bondage scene, never been to any local meetings or bars, so no one in his home area knew about his kinky side. No one else had a key to his house. This suddenly wasn't the fun session he wanted, the escape from his stress. But his cock was enjoying it.

John was quickly going over in his mind what he could do. After taking stock, he didn't like his position. He could not get out, and there were no others who could possibly know that he was locked up, unable to move. He only had two hopes: one was for whoever had taken his key to either put it back or unlock him, and two was for the people at work to notice that he wasn't there and start inquiring. He suspected that the person that took the key was up to no good, and he wasn't sure he could last until the people at work got someone to break into his house. It seemed to John that he was fucked. He began to panic, which caused him further problems in his position, which caused him to ejaculate more.

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Meanwhile, the burglars had removed anything of value from John's house. They decided to have a nice, leisurely dinner from John's food, and started discussing what they should do with John. They weren't into bondage or gay sex, so they had no interest in having any fun with John. As things stood, John could not identify them, not having seen or heard them. They could return the step stool and put the key on the floor, which would make it look like it had slipped off the chain. But with the house ransacked, that wouldn't fly. They also didn't know if anyone was expected to check in on John in the next few days, and they didn't want John's death on their hands.

The idea of using a house in this area as a base for their activities appealed to the burglars. But they came back again to the problem of what to do with John. If they left him without any way to get out and nobody came to check on him, would they then be facing a charge of murder in some form? So far, all they'd done was burglaries. If they started caring for him, they would eventually reveal something about themselves that would allow John to identify them. They couldn't decide what to do. But having gotten drunk on some of John's wines, they finally passed out. The problem of what to do with John would have to wait until morning.

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Being unable to hear anything, John didn't know whether the person that took the key and the step stool was still in his house. John had realized that he was now living something he'd often dreamed about, being in bondage with no way out and under someone else's control, some unknown person. With that view of his situation, he was able to adjust and accept his position, even starting to enjoy it. He just hoped it was an experienced person who was doing this.

Eventually, after several hours, he was able to get a little sleep, despite the extremely awkward position he was in. He would periodically awaken, and finally decided to see how much piss the condom could take.

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The next morning, the burglars decided they needed to start moving some of John's stuff to their usual fence. Plus they didn't feel comfortable staying in John's house during the day in case someone else showed up, now that it was the weekend. So they left John as he was and drove off in his van.

When they brought their fence over to their secret lair to look at their booty and make an offer, the fence was intrigued with what remained of John's bondage gear. The two burglars had never gotten anything like that before, and the fence started asking questions about where the burglars had gotten that stuff. Since the two still had not decided what to do with John, and they had had a long, trusting relationship with the fence, they decided to tell him about their problem of what to do with John.

The fence knew of someone who would pay well for a prospective slave, so the fence told the two burglars that he could probably relieve them of their problem by taking John away. The two burglars were pleased to hear of this, and were looking forward to using John's house as a base for their neighborhood activities after John was removed. The fence told the two that it was best if they didn't know what was going to happen to John.

The fence called his slave master acquaintance and told him that he could get him a bondage slave who was currently chained up, sightless and gagged by his own doing with no way out, and was unaware of what was to become of himself. The slave master was intrigued, and was willing to pay the fence for delivery. But the slave master told the fence that he needed as much information about the guy as he could get. So the fence, after finding out what he could from the two burglars about John and obtaining a house key and hand cuff key from them, picked up the master and drove to John's house. After making sure that there was no one else around, they quietly let themselves in. There was John, hanging out as the two burglars had described him.

The fence went back out to his van, and brought back a large box like a coffin on a hand truck. Since it was late at night, and no lights were on in neighboring houses, he didn't expect a problem. The fence placed a cloth with some chloroform next to John's hood's nose holes, and after John had succumbed to the fumes, the fence undid the chains attaching John to the second floor grid and placed him in the coffin-like box. Then the fence used the hand truck to wheel him out to his van, slid him and the hand truck in, and after locking the house back up, they drove off to the slave master's home.

The slave master had carefully noted John's position, then spent the rest of his time in John's house going through John's personal papers in order to learn more about him. He brought the step stool and the chain to the railing with him to the fence's car when they left.

The slave master was good at training new slaves. He knew that the beginnings were crucial, and that he needed to know as much as possible about John in order to begin the training properly. He also needed to decide what role to prepare John for. So before paying the fence, he obtained all the information that the fence had obtained, in addition to the hand cuff keys. John was in for quite a surprise when he would awaken.

(to be continued)