Mr Sheltons house part 3 a house full

Author: spartan
Title: Mr. Shelton's house, part 3 (a house full)
Date: 25 September 2013

The next morning Mr. Shelton released Freddie and Mort from their sleep sacks so they could start washing up to get going to school. Since there was only one shower, Freddie went first. This gave Mr. Shelton a chance to talk with Mort.

“I notice you had tit clamps, a butt plug, and locked chastity on when you got here last night. That must mean that you already have a master. I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to move into my house if you’ve already got another master.”

“No master. Did it to myself.”

“There’s a lock on the chastity. Do you have the key?”

In response, Mort pulled out a key and unlocked his chastity, before locking it back on.

“Do you always have these devices on?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Like bondage. Like to feel I’m locked up.”

“Good. I’m looking forward then to having you here. I’ll need your measurements to get you some suitable clothes.”

Mr. Shelton started taking skin tight measurements of Mort. He couldn’t use the measurements on the clothes Mort arrived in because they were too loose. Mr. Shelton asked “I notice your clothes are loose fitting. Do you prefer them that way?”

“No. Parents got those.”

By the time Mort was ready for his shower, Freddie was ready. Mr. Shelton put him in his usual cuffs and chains for him to get breakfast ready for the three of them. As they were getting ready to leave for school, Mr. Shelton said “the weather’s supposed to start getting cold in a week. I’d better get some warmer clothes for you.”

That week Mr. Shelton ordered some more clothes for the two of them, and he kept Mort in the same bondage in the evening that Freddie was in. Since Freddie had the chores to do, Mort spent more time with his hands behind him in that stressful position with his head bent back. He seemed to enjoy it. Mort had arrived with his belongings Monday evening and had moved into his bedroom. Mr. Shelton had written a similar contract to the one he had Freddie sign, and Mort willingly signed it.

At school, Freddie gave Gary some lip about his suggestion at the Halloween party. Gary just shrugged it off. He reminded Freddie that Mort preferred to be in that position, and asked Freddie if Mort was going to show up Freddie by being into more serious bondage than Freddie was. That gave Freddie some thinking to do.

And when Mr. Shelton next chatted with his on-line dom friend, he wondered the same thing. His dom friend said that Mr. Shelton was lucky to get another roommate who was more experienced, one who could motivate Freddie.

That Friday the clothes arrived that Mr. Shelton had ordered. He got not only the same kind of heavy tight leather shirts and ties for Mort, as well as pants, boots and jackets, since Mort didn’t have any of his own, but several sets of rubber clothing for them both. He got rubber clothing

. without any attached hood for them to wear as underwear when away from the house
. with an attached hood with internal gag and eye and nose holes for them to wear around the house
. including a rubber blindfold to have on at night when sleeping.

As usual, he got duplicate sets of each. He also needed to explain their upkeep, since rubber can easily decompose from added sweat if not soon cleaned.

Neither Freddie nor Mort had ever worn rubber before. They were both looking forward to it. So Mr. Shelton immediately had them start that evening wearing the rubber sleeping cat suit to bed, being strapped into their leather sleep sacks as usual, but now not needing the leather penis gag, leather blindfold, or leather hood, just the rubber blindfold. The next morning they both said they liked wearing the rubber a lot. So Mr. Shelton had both wear their rubber ‘away from home’ cat suit under their normal leather shirts and pants for going to school, Freddie as well for going to work and making his deliveries and both to also wear around the house. The rubber was not very thick, but it still made the already skin-tight leather clothes even tighter.

Mr. Shelton told Mort that he was going to have the task of cleaning both their rubber suits. So Mort now had an assigned chore. He, of course, had to do that while wearing Chatlet cuffs in front, plus the collar, plus ankle cuffs, and with a short connecting chain to make him stoop. Mort was already getting the full treatment.

Mr. Shelton was faced with a problem. The metal collar was worn under the rubber suit. But there needed to be a connecting chain to it to the cuffs which were worn outside the rubber suit. Just as he had done at the Halloween party, he added a second metal collar outside over the first metal collar and the clothes. Since this one was going to have to be larger, he decided to make it a four inch high five pound metal slave collar. Mort was the first one to experience this.

Mr. Shelton explained that with the leather shirts, Mort was now going to always be wearing his smaller tight metal collar under them, which was a sign of their bondage contract. Mort understood this, and was looking forward to this additional feel of always being kept in bondage, in keeping with his chastity and butt plug. But Mr. Shelton also told him that, while he could wear his tit clamps when he wasn’t at school, with the tight leather shirt, the tit clamps would show, so he couldn’t wear them to school. Instead, he got rubber tit suction cups for Mort to have on under his rubber underwear suit when outside to get his tits more sensitive, so the clamps would be more effective.

Mort was soon finished with his chore of cleaning the rubber suits, and now had a long day on his hands. Mr. Shelton wondered what he should do. He took Mort down to the dungeon and asked him what he would like to experience. With the gag in the rubber cat suit in place, Mort couldn’t answer in words, but he immediately went over to every device in the dungeon, one by one. Mr. Shelton got the message. He wondered what he should start Mort with.

He finally decided that, since Freddie was in the box on Sunday nights, he would put Mort in the box this Saturday and move him to something different on Sunday. So Mort got to experience the box on Saturday morning and afternoon, removed only for lunch. Mr. Shelton decided to keep Sunday evenings for the milking of them both. He had already gotten from Mort the key to his chastity.

Mort got to be the one to serve the meals and clean the dishes on Saturday when Freddie was at work. Initially Mr. Shelton did the cooking, but he instructed Mort while doing so, and on following Saturdays Mort did the cooking. Of course, Mort had the cuffs and short connecting chain while doing this. For meals, Mr. Shelton lowered the cat suit hood, which included the gag, so Mort could eat. But when finished eating, the hood was put back up.

No one detected the rubber underwear that Freddie was wearing to work. The only result was that Freddie sweated more than normal, but it would have been difficult for his co-workers or store customers to know why that was.

That evening, after dinner with the dishes cleaned up by Mort, neither had any chores to do, so Mr. Shelton decided to put them into hogties with Chatlet cuffs behind their backs, hinged cuffs on their ankles, and another pair of hinged cuffs, one end through the ring attached to the Chatlet cuffs with the other end around the ankle hinged cuffs. It was difficult to get their hands and ankles this close together, but Mr. Shelton was able to do that.

Mort already had one of those high, heavy collars on over his leather shirt, and Mr. Shelton had put one on Freddie when he arrived home. Mr. Shelton put a leather blindfold on each. Then he attached a short chain to the back of the collar, propped each of their chests against a wall, pulled their hand-ankle connection up toward their neck as far as he could, and connected the chain to the ring attached to the Chatlet cuffs. Then he pulled them away from the wall into the living room.

This was a very stressful position for each of them to be in, having to keep their chest pulled back to avoid choking. It was worse than Gary’s suggestion. Mr. Shelton got his camera and took pictures. He enjoyed watching their struggles to adjust to a more comfortable position, while making sure that they were able to breathe properly. He left them like this for several hours until it was bed time.

Mr. Shelton first released Mort and took him to undress and helped him into his sleep sack after donning his rubber sleep cat suit. He asked whether Mort enjoyed the strenuous position he’d put him in that evening, and Mort nodded his head up and down. When he did the same with Freddie and asked the same question, Freddie shook his head back and forth. Mr. Shelton then said “too bad. Mort indicated he enjoyed it. I think maybe he is able to tolerate more serious bondage than you can.” That gave further thought for Freddie while he was trying to go to sleep. Freddie was thinking that he was going to have to change his thoughts from enjoying the feeling of light bondage to craving more serious bondage, even though it didn’t feel very good. It sounded like he was going to be competing with Mort, not wanting Mort to be the preferred one. He thought again about Gary’s statement.

The next day, Sunday, the harvest season had ended. Mr. Shelton had kept the picked fruit in the cool confines of the dungeon, but even still it was starting to spoil. Before he lost much, Mr. Shelton decided to start teaching the two about how to can fruit. They, of course, were clad in their rubber, leather and metal, while Mr. Shelton explained about cooking the fruit and putting it into jars. The pair spent all Sunday over a hot stove, and they still had a lot of fruit yet to go. That would have to wait until the next week. They were sweating heavily in their rubber cat suits.

Sunday night had been reserved for Freddie in the box to service Mr. Shelton. But now there was Mort as well. So Mr. Shelton decided to have Mort follow Freddie on the milking machine. Freddie came four times again on the milking machine. Mort came five times. Once again, Mort outdid Freddie. But Freddie couldn’t say anything. Mort wasn’t trying to do that. Mr. Shelton came one time in each.

The two left for school the next morning on Freddie’s motorcycle, both clad fully in leather over their rubber underwear. People noticed Mort, many for the first time. Eric, Gary and Hank especially noticed the change in Mort, and seemed to see him in a new light. They were starting to wonder whether they should join the pair at Mr. Shelton’s, discussing it among themselves. But they weren’t ready yet.

When they got a chance to talk with the pair to find out how things were going, Freddie mentioned that they were now wearing rubber underwear under their leather. And he mentioned that they wore rubber all the time, including to bed at night with the night-time ones being a complete cat suit with blindfold with only nose holes accessing the outside and with a built-in gag, which they wore while in their leather sleep sack. This gave further thoughts to the trio who were having to deal with growing hard-ons as they were envisioning themselves like this.

At night, after the pair returned home, while Freddie had the chore of fixing dinner and washing the dishes, Mort spent it cleaning their rubber suits. And afterwards, when they had finished their school work, Mr. Shelton again put them into the same strenuous hog-ties that he’d done the previous evening. When it was bedtime, Mr. Shelton asked Mort whether he enjoyed it, and Mort nodded his head up and down. But this time when he asked Freddie the same question, Freddie also nodded his head up and down. Mr. Shelton knew that Freddie didn’t, and was enjoying using Mort to motivate Freddie.

At school the next day, the trio again asked what was new, and Freddie told them about the hog-tie positions they were kept in at night. Gary said he’d love to see that, and Freddie told him to come by the house, then, that they were always welcome. When they got back to Mr. Shelton’s, Freddie told him that the trio would probably be by to see them in that severe hog-tie later that night, so Mr. Shelton again put them into it after they’d finished their homework.

As promised the trio showed up at the house to see them. Gary couldn’t resist saying “you should put Hank into that as well.”

“Me? Why me? I do not want to have that done to me. Why don’t you volunteer?”

Gary chuckled, and with a smile, asked “How about you, Eric? Do you want to be put into that?”

Eric had a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants, and he quietly responded “yes”.

Gary was taken aback with that response. Mr. Shelton said that he would comply, and left the room, returning with a lot of gear. He told Eric that he was about the same size as Freddie, so he would put Freddie’s spare clothes and restraints on him. He told Eric to remove his clothes. When Eric had stripped down, he put Eric’s cock in chastity, locked a tight metal collar around his neck, had him get into the ‘around the house’ cat suit with the built-in gag, leather shirt, tie and pants, high, heavy collar, Chatlet cuffs behind the back, hinged cuffs on his ankles, hinged cuffs attaching the cuffs, leather blindfold, and, after being pushed against the wall, connecting chain from the collar to the Chatlet cuff ring. When Mr. Shelton pulled Eric into the middle of the room, he checked Eric’s breathing. He found that Eric was breathing heavily and quickly, that he would have erupted had he not had the chastity on.

Gary and Hank couldn’t believe what they were seeing. This was a side of Eric that they didn’t know about. He was obviously turned on big time by this. They wondered if Eric was soon going to be joining the pair at Mr. Shelton’s. Mr. Shelton didn’t wonder, he saw the signs and knew that Eric would soon be joining them.

Eric moved in the next evening. There were now three at the house. Mr. Shelton fixed up another bedroom, and ordered more clothes. Three wouldn’t fit on Freddie’s motorcycle, but this was not a problem since Eric had his own motorcycle. Mr. Shelton had to start making plans for more to be joining them. He knew that it was just a matter of time before Gary and Hank would also move in. He knew what friendship and peer pressure were like.

Sure enough, the pair moved in the next week. Mr. Shelton had enough beds, but no more bedrooms. So a couple of them had to pair up, two beds in one room. Having only the one shower was a problem, but they solved it by having some shower at night before going to bed, and others in the morning after getting up. Fortunately Mr. Shelton’s house had come with a large water heater, so having enough hot water was not a big problem.

Mr. Shelton was having to order more clothes, and get much more food to have available. His supply of restraints, which he’d thought was more than ample, was now being stretched to its limit. He had five signed contracts locked away in his safe.

Mort was the most advanced and serious of the group. When Mr. Shelton would start something new in the way of serious bondage, he would always have Mort do it first. After that, all the others were willing to show that they could handle it as well. No one wanted to be shown up by Mort. Although Hank would always complain when he wasn’t gagged that it was too tight or was hurting him.

There weren’t enough chores to occupy them all. But that just left more time for the guys to be put into bondage. Mr. Shelton didn’t mind not getting his end satisfied from their agreements. He also now had their permission through their signed contracts to post their pictures wherever he wanted to, including the first ones that he took, as long as their faces were not shown.

There were now five guys going to school fully clad in leather over rubber underwear. Freddie certainly started something. Freddie was still working Saturdays as a delivery boy. None of the other four had a weekend job.

One Saturday at the store, the owner happened to overhear a conversation between a mother and her teenage daughter about Freddie. At the check stand the mother told the clerk “I want Freddie to deliver my purchases. He is so handsome in those leather pants.”

Her daughter was nearby, and said “that’s nothing, mother. You should see him in the leather shirt and tie he wears to school as well as the pants. Woof! He and his leather-clad friends are the talk of the school.”

“Too bad he doesn’t wear those when making deliveries.”

The store owner had seen his business increase, with a long list of women customers for Freddie to deliver to on Saturday. He had been thinking of having Freddie work Sundays as well to work off the backlog, but was reluctant to do that, believing that Sundays should be a day of rest and worship. With Freddie’s success he had already decided to have his delivery boys wear leather pants to attract more customers. Now he wondered about having them wear complete leather outfits for the same reason. So he told Freddie to come by after school dressed in his leathers.

Freddie wondered why the store owner wanted this, but dutifully came by with Mort after school the following Monday. The owner took a good, long look at Freddie. Freddie was worried that some of the gear and rubber he was wearing underneath might be showing, and was starting to get nervous. Finally the owner asked Freddie “where did you get your shirt, tie and pants from? I’ve decided to have all you delivery boys start wearing those as my new company uniform.”

“I don’t have the store information here with me. I’ll get it at home and phone you with it. And I must say I’m looking forward to the change.”

It didn’t take long for the new uniforms to arrive, complete with company logo printed on all three items, since the store owner put a rush on the order. There was some grumbling from a couple of the other delivery boys about having to wear those heavy clothes, and there was some difficulty in tying the ties. But since they had to comply or lose their jobs, they complied. It completely changed their appearance. Not all the boys were unhappy. Clarence, for one, was looking forward to wearing tight leather clothes.

When the delivery boys weren’t delivering during the week, the store owner had them stand by the check stand. When the women took a look at them, there now wasn’t as much demand for Freddie as there had been. Soon Freddie’s backlog of deliveries had disappeared completely. The store owner told Freddie that he didn’t need him to work Saturdays any more, that if he needed the time for studying he didn’t have to come in. Since Mr. Shelton provided everything that Freddie would want money for, and he’d saved up more than enough to cover his school costs, he told the store owner that he’d rather not have to work while school was in session. So Freddie stopped working on Saturdays.

Freddie was no longer working when Thanksgiving arrived. Fixing the meal was a co-operative effort among them all. With Eric’s help his first weekend there, all the fruit had finished being canned. Mr. Shelton had purchased a large turkey, and that, with all the trimmings, was their traditional meal. The five, of course, were in their rubber underwear, leather shirts with ties, pants and boots, cuffs on ankles and Chatlet cuffs on their hands in front.

After they had eaten their fill, after Freddie had done all the dishes and Mort had cleaned their rubber suits, Mr. Shelton brought out a surprise. He had five of those leather straitjackets like he’d first shown Freddie. He put all of them into one, clothed as they were. He took them each to their beds, had them lie down, strapped a leather hood on over their rubbered heads, and told them to just relax and let the large meal digest. He attached them to the bed so they would not fall off. Then he went to his own bed and did the same that he’d told his guys to do. They all were soon sound asleep.

When it was bed time, he put each of them into their leather sleep sack, still in the straitjacket, zipped it up, straps and strings pulled tight, leather hood still on, and told them to get a good night’s sleep because the next three days were going to be spent in his dungeon trying to work off the extra weight they’d put on with the large meal. In the meantime, Mr. Shelton was busy working on finding an appropriate celebration in town for them all to go to, clad as they were, for New Year’s. He figured it was time for them to get out while clad in their gear.

Of the five guys, Gary was the one who was in the best physical condition. He was majoring in physical education at school, and was on the school’s boxing team. He had earlier mentioned this to Mr. Shelton, and said that, while he was having regular sparring sessions at school, he worried about how he was going to be getting in his boxing practice when school was not in session.

Mr. Shelton had noticed a video on the internet of a guy getting in his boxing practice on another bound guy*. He decided that this would be a good way to get everyone to start taking off the extra pounds they’d put on with the meal. Friday morning, after each was released to get showered and cleaned up, they were dressed only in their rubber suits and taken down to the dungeon to be set up as the bound guy in the video was. Soon there were five guys chained to pillars, smaller than in the video so that their arms would reach around and be cuffed behind the pillar, with their feet in front having a chain reaching around to attach to the cuffs on their ankles. There were a number of pillars in the basement, supports for the upstairs part of the house. And, as in the video, there was a chain tightly around their neck just under their chin which was padlocked to a hanging chain from above and pulled up. Mr. Shelton made each guy tightly attached because he was worried that if there was too much movement the metal chain might cause a tear in the thin rubber suit.

The last one down was Gary. He had boxing gloves on, as well as his rubber ‘around the house’ suit. The gag was in place, using this instead of the mouth piece that he usually had in his mouth when boxing at school. None of the five had been told what was going to happen, and without the blindfold, they got their first indication when they saw Gary enter wearing boxing gloves. There was initially some reaction with muffled sounds into gags, particularly from Hank. But there wasn’t anything they could do about it. They were soon to get punched.

Mr. Shelton told Gary to take it easy at first to make sure that there wasn’t any damage to the rubber suits. After checking to see that this was the case, Gary started using each of the guys as his punching bag. He had told Mr. Shelton that he wanted about an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. So they agreed on a five minute session with each before moving on to the next guy, then coming back for another five minutes each. Mr. Shelton left the five as they were after the morning session. He had Gary get out of his by now soaking wet rubber suit and clean up. He had him dress in his spare, clean up the one he wore in the morning and set it out to dry, and fix lunch for the two of them. The five downstairs weren’t going to be given any lunch, just as none of them had had any breakfast. Mr. Shelton did not want them to have food in their stomachs while they were being punched.

After Gary had finished with the dishes, Mr. Shelton put the gloves on him again and they went down to the dungeon for the afternoon session. All five were standing there with their heads bowed down dealing with the choke chain around their necks. When they saw Gary enter again with his boxing gloves on, there were again muffled sounds in gags. But not as much this time, as it was difficult for them to speak loudly with the choke chain around their necks.

Knowing that the setup would work, there was no easy preparation this time. Gary started right in. For each of the guys, the five minutes seemed like five hours. But at last Gary finished with them and moved on to the next guy. Finally the hour session was over and the two went back upstairs, leaving the five guys hanging out downstairs. Again, Mr. Shelton had Gary remove the soaking wet rubber suit, clean up, get into the one he’d worn in the morning, and clean the afternoon one.

Mr. Shelton put Gary into the severe hog-tie position that he’d first seen Freddie and Mort be in the night Eric decided to join in, and went down to start the process of releasing each to come up, one at a time, to also get out of their soaking wet rubber suit, clean up, get into their spare, and clean their wet one, before also being put into the severe hog-tie. It took the rest of the afternoon, and Mr. Shelton had to space things to allow his hot water heater to reload.

Finally it was time to start fixing dinner. Mr. Shelton had been rotating this duty among the six of them, relieving both Freddie and Mort of their regular chores, since each guy was now responsible for cleaning his own rubber suit. When dinner was almost ready, Mr. Shelton released each of the others from his hogtie and sat them all down for dinner, the first food five of them had eaten that day. It was a large meal, in keeping with this, and they were all hungry. But with their gags out, they also wanted to discuss their experience of being a boxing dummy.

All agreed that Gary packed a powerful punch when he wanted to deliver it. They all had aches and pains from his punches. This fed Gary’s ego. When they started saying that they would like their turn to punch Gary, Mr. Shelton said “you will get your chance to do this on Sunday. A good boxer should not only be able to deliver a punch, but take one as well.” This came as news to Gary, who squirmed a bit at the prospect of the five of them getting their revenge on him.

Hank asked “why do we have to be strung up with those chains and choked?”

“If you weren’t, you would be swaying around and the rubber suit would be damaged. I need you to be fixed in one location.” Everyone thought about this, and decided that he was right.

After dinner, Mr. Shelton initially put them back into their stressful hog-tie positions. After the dishes were finished, rotated among the six, he led the dishwasher back down to the dungeon and again restrained him to the post. He came back, and one-by-one, did that to the other four. When the five of them were there, he said “there will be no more punching this evening, and you are to be kept like this overnight until the punching session resumes tomorrow morning. I want you to get used to being here, since you will be spending more time like this when school is not in session.”

Mr. Shelton went back upstairs. Gary was still in the stressful hogtie. Mr. Shelton said “I think that session went well. I hope that this will suffice in keeping you in good condition. We’ll resume this again tomorrow.”

The next day went as the previous had done, with one difference in the evening and another during the day. During the day, Mr. Shelton brought his camera to take pictures. At night, Gary joined them in the basement against a pillar, restrained as the others were. Before leaving, Mr. Shelton said “as I’d told you at Friday’s dinner, tomorrow you get your chance at Gary. But I still want you to get used to being restrained as you are, so you are being kept this way for another night.”

The next day, one-by-one, each of the five were released and given the boxing gloves to put on for a five-minute session pummeling Gary. Since Mr. Shelton only had the one pair, Gary’s, there was a pause while the gloves were taken off one guy and put on the next one. After about 45 minutes, all but Gary had been released, and it was time for another five minute session from each. At the end of the first session, the guy was told to go upstairs and clean up himself and his suit as he’d done before, and to come back down when ready.

As the others got in their five minutes, they were kept downstairs until the first guy re-appeared, at which point it was time for the second guy to get things cleaned. All five had finished, and the four who were left went up with Mr. Shelton, leaving Gary chained to the pillar. Mr. Shelton put the cleaned guys into the stressful hog-tie while the others waited for their turn to clean up. The stressful hog-tie had become his favorite position to keep them in because, among other reasons, it stretched the abdominal muscles and flexed the spine. Finally they were all in the hogtie, and it was time for lunch. This time it was Gary who had to do without food, while the others got their fill. After lunch, they were back in the hogtie until the dishes were finished, at which point they were all back downstairs again for their revenge on Gary.

The afternoon session was a repeat of the morning session. Only when all five had gotten cleaned up and were in their hog-tie did Mr. Shelton go down to the dungeon and release Gary to also get cleaned up. On the way up, Mr. Shelton asked “did that satisfy your need for keeping in boxing trim?”

Gary, hands free, lowered his hood to remove his gag, and replied “perfectly”.

So another regular pattern was established. At dinner, Mr. Shelton said “this is now to become a regular weekend occurrence, with Gary punching you on Saturdays and you punching Gary on Sundays. If there are more days off from school, Gary will have more days to practice his punching. It will be his Christmas present.” The insinuation was not lost on them.

To be continued

• The video is on “dudesintrouble.blogspot.com”, the July, 2012 list of stories and pictures, a little over half-way down the screen in the story “the rope games”, the first video shown in that story.