Mr Sheltons house part 4 Christmas and New Years

Author: spartan
Title: Mr. Shelton's house, part 4 (Christmas and New Year's)
Date: 01 October 2013

The days passed as usual leading up to Christmas. Mr. Shelton noticed that the guys were taking longer to get home from school, and figured they were out shopping for Christmas presents. As Christmas neared, he got a Christmas tree and decorated it with various bondage-related items. Instead of winding strings of popcorn around the tree like some people do, he got light string and wound this around, periodically making various ties, like nooses and cuffs, as he went. He got some lightweight plastic cuffs to hang from the tree. He also periodically placed photos of them while in bondage. The topper ornament was a rubber hood.

The store had called Freddie, needing him for deliveries during December for the Christmas rush, so he was not available during Saturdays. Gary was able to make do with four guys instead of five. With finals coming up at school, there wasn’t much time for any bondage, the guys spending their extra time studying. Mr. Shelton had been encouraging them to spend their time studying, saying that school was more important. When the term was finally over, they all passed, some having higher grades than others.

It was then the Christmas break. Mr. Shelton asked “have you gotten your Christmas shopping completed?”

They all said they had. “In that case, except for Freddie, who has to work every day until Christmas, they’re all yours, Gary.”

The Saturday routine was now the norm for four of them until Sunday, when they would get their chance at Gary, and until Christmas. By now, they were used to it, and Gary was able to up his punches. Mr. Shelton was pleased with his house group. This being a college town, there were several adult stores and clubs. He had been checking with them to see what could be arranged for New Year’s Eve. He finally made arrangements with one of them. The guys knew nothing about this. Other than Mort, none of them had ever been in one of these establishments before.

With Christmas approaching, Mr. Shelton had been a little worried about Mort. He seemed to Mr. Shelton to be the one who would be least prepared for the holiday. In talking to someone who knew him where he grew up, he found out that, rather than coming from poor parents as Mr. Shelton had thought, he came from rich, domineering parents who shielded their son from what they considered to be any bad influence. Mort was very much into bondage, but couldn’t show any of this until he left home.

Mr. Shelton also found it interesting that none of his guys were going home for Christmas, but preferred to stay with him. He didn’t want to create any schism between his guys and their families, but he was also pleased that they preferred to spend the holiday at his house.

When Christmas Eve arrived, Mr. Shelton was dressed in a rubber Santa suit. Everyone got around the Christmas tree, which had a pile of wrapped presents underneath it. All were dressed in their ‘around the house’ rubber suits with hoods down, but were otherwise not restrained. Mr. Shelton would pick up a package and take it to the designated recipient to open. It was always a thoughtful gift that the recipient had somehow expressed an interest in wanting while casually conversing at school. Mr. Shelton was pleasantly surprised at the thoughtfulness of his guys in their gift selections.

There had been no gifts from Mr. Shelton to any of the guys. When the gift-giving was over, Mr. Shelton said “my gift to each of you is to put you in whatever bondage you wish me to put you in.”

Most did not know what they wanted. Eric immediately responded.

“I want something that I’ve wanted since my first visit here. Set up a noose in the dungeon. Cuff my hands behind my back in those Chatlet cuffs with my palms together and bring the hood up to gag me. Put a leather strap around my stomach and arms and pull it tight. Lead me down to the basement, pausing to let me look at the noose. Put me under it. Put those hinged cuffs on my ankles so I can’t walk away, and tie my knees together. Blindfold me. Lower the noose, put it around my neck, and pull me up until I’m up on the balls of my feet. Tie a rope to my Chatlet cuffs and pull it up taut. Then leave to take care of the others. At some time sneak down and suddenly pull the rope tied to the Chatlet cuffs back until I’m on my tiptoes from the noose rope. Then leave me like that for 24 hours.”

Everyone was shocked into silence on hearing this, with cocks wanting to get hard, but not able to due to the chastity. Mort was the first to recover. “Wow. I’d like that, too.”

Gary was next. “If you’re both going to, then do it to me, too.”

Freddie said “it sounds dangerous, but exciting. I’d like to experience that, too.”

Hank said “I dread what that will be like, but I’m not going to be the only one not to have it done. Me, too.”

Mr. Shelton wasn’t expecting this. He could only quietly say “if that’s what you want as a Christmas present, I’ll oblige. I just hope you realize what you’re asking for.” He left the room to get the necessary gear. Meanwhile, the guys were lifting their hoods up to get their gags in place. Eric was shaking in anticipation.

Mr. Shelton first cuffed all of them and put the straps around their arms and stomach. He left for the dungeon with the ropes. He soon came back for Eric. He led him down to the dungeon, and when Eric saw the noose, he started bucking and trying to get away. Mr. Shelton wasn’t expecting this, and Eric almost got away from him. But Mr. Shelton realized that this was part of the foreplay, and he forced Eric under the noose, where he locked on the hinged cuffs, and then tied Eric’s knees. Eric was shaking and breathing hard.

After blindfolding Eric, Mr. Shelton lowered the noose and put it around Eric’s neck. He pulled it as tight as he could, which brought another reaction from Eric. Mr. Shelton went over to the side where the other end of the noose had been tied, and pulled it and Eric up until Eric was on the balls of his feet. Mr. Shelton tied it to the wall after making sure that it was taut and wouldn’t come down. Eric was still shaking and breathing heavily. Mr. Shelton tied the adjoining rope he’d previously set up to Eric’s handcuffs and pulled the other end to be taut before tying it to the wall. Then he went over and set up another noose and another rope before going upstairs for Mort.

The last to be brought down was Hank. He also bucked and tried to run away when he got to the dungeon and saw the others strung up. Mr. Shelton, having experienced this with Eric, expected this of each, so was prepared. Soon Hank was strung up like the others, complaining loudly into his gag, as usual.

Instead of pulling Eric up right away, Mr. Shelton went back upstairs to clean up. He knew the value of anticipation for someone who knew what was coming, but didn’t know when it would occur. He also decided to get his camera and take pictures of this sight. He had set up a web-site, and it was getting more and more popular as others found it and checked out what was happening at his house.

After taking the pictures, Mr. Shelton went to his computer and uploaded them. He knew that they would be popular. Then he quietly came back down, camera in hand, went over to the rope, and suddenly pulled Eric’s bound hands up strappado-style until Eric was on his tiptoes. Eric let out a gasp since he didn’t hear Mr. Shelton come. Mr. Shelton was taking pictures of this, which he took upstairs to upload to his web site.

Mr. Shelton’s site had already gotten a number of hits, just in that short time. When he uploaded his latest pictures, the interest seemed to intensify. He had previously said what he was planning to do and what was going to be coming next when he’d uploaded the first set, so people were waiting around to see.

One-by-one, Mr. Shelton pulled the others up and took pictures, before uploading the pictures. Word of what was going on was spreading throughout the internet bondage community, and there were more and more waiting to see what came next. When Hank was pulled up and these pictures were uploaded, Mr. Shelton closed with a note that this was all for the evening, but there would be more pictures taken the next day, since all five of them were being kept as they were with no emptying and no food or liquid intake.

24 hours was a really long time for the guys to be kept in the Chatlet cuffs. That would put a lot of strain on their shoulders. They’d never before been kept in them for longer than a couple of hours. The next morning, Mr. Shelton decided to go down to the dungeon and see how everyone was doing. All were awake. When he put his hands on their shoulders, each of them reacted into their gags. But this was something they had asked him to do as his Christmas present to them, so he wasn’t about to “take back” his present. He reminded them of this before he left the dungeon.

With all the guys safely bound Mr. Shelton thought it was a good time to leave and take care of his New Year’s arrangements. His guys were to be the feature attraction at the club, and the club had advertised what was coming. Mr. Shelton made sure that everything would be in place for the show they would be putting on. He also made sure that his invited guest would be coming.

There wasn’t much for him to do back at his house. He checked the web-site and found a lot of messages waiting for him. He answered the ones that needed answering, and accepted the compliments. He chatted for a while with his on-line dom friend, who complimented him on how well his site was progressing, and how well his bound guys were doing. Mr. Shelton thought back on how lonely he was several months back when Freddie delivered his purchase wearing his leather pants. How his life had changed since then.

Mr. Shelton knew that he was going to be busy that evening, so he decided to get in an afternoon nap after lunch. When he awoke, he again checked on his guys. They were all doing fine, just waiting to be released after the 24 hours were up. Mr. Shelton got his camera and returned for a picture. He wanted one of all five on their tiptoes after many hours had passed. It was another addition to his internet site’s growing collection.

After dinner, Mr. Shelton decided to try out his recently purchased leather executioner’s outfit. He put it on, found it fit reasonably well, and looked at himself in the mirror. He liked it so well that he decided to have one of the guys take a picture of him in it to post on his website as part of his banner. He also decided to wear it every time he went down to the dungeon. It seemed appropriate.

Finally, after looking at some bondage sites on the net, it was time to let Eric down. Camera in hand, Mr. Shelton went down to the dungeon, entered quietly, and started lowering Eric back down to the balls of his feet, but otherwise kept him as stated. Eric had said nothing about when he wanted to be released, and Mr. Shelton couldn’t pass up the opportunity for more pictures. He decided to leave them in this less strenuous position for the night. Mr. Shelton took a picture of this and went up to his computer and uploaded it. There were already a bunch of people waiting to see it. There were more questions which he needed to respond to. It was taking longer this time to return.

Next was Mort, and the process was repeated. Then Gary, then Freddie, and finally Hank. After it was all done, Mr. Shelton took off his leather executioner’s outfit and hung it up. He had quite gotten into his role, and needed to take a shower to clean up. He decided to put on his full cat suit, nose holes only accessing the outside, before going to bed, cuffing his hands behind his back after being in bed, making sure the key hole was accessible to his fingers, and having the key attached to the linking chain. It had been many years since he had assumed the role of the bondage bottom, but being in these leather and rubber suits, as well as browsing bondage sites, was starting to rekindle his feelings for it.

After waking up in the morning, removing his cuffs and cat suit and cleaning it, and fixing breakfast, he again put on his leather executioner’s outfit before going back down to the dungeon. He figured they had been in that position long enough. He kept the Chatlet cuffs on, and the gagged hood was still up, but Eric could see. Eric wondered at the change in Mr. Shelton in his new outfit.

Upstairs, Mr. Shelton removed the Chatlet cuffs and told Eric to get himself and his suit cleaned before putting on his back-up ‘around the house’ suit. When Eric was ready, Mr. Shelton took him down to the dungeon and chained him to a pillar as was his normal Saturday position. There was no break for recuperation, no break for his painfully aching shoulders. Then he released Mort to do the same. Finally all were set up for Gary to start punching. Freddie was no longer needed at the store, since the Christmas rush was over, so he was also available for Gary. That day there was a full morning and afternoon session for Gary.

This pattern continued through the week between Christmas and New Year’s, with the exception that Sunday was the reverse. And Sunday night was the night for them all to cum.

Finally New Year’s Eve arrived. After the normal morning and afternoon sessions with Gary, Mr. Shelton said “we’re all going to a New Year’s Eve party in town. You’re to wear your normal ‘around the house’ rubber suits, and Gary is to bring his boxing gloves along as well. You’re to put on a demonstration at one of the clubs of what you’ve just gone through. Your faces will not be shown, so no one will know who you are. It won’t be anything different than what you’re used to going through. But when I lead you in, you will have on those extra heavy outside collars and there will be a chain connecting you together. You’ll all be chained to a pillar at the club just as you are in my dungeon. Because you’re going to be punched in the gut, you won’t be eating any dinner tonight. We’ll have dinner after we return.” Mr. Shelton didn’t tell them about his extra guest, keeping that as a surprise.

With the advanced advertising, there was already quite a crowd at the club when they arrived. As arranged, they parked in the back, got chained up, and entered the club from the rear. When it was time, they were led out to the pillars, and, one-by-one, released from the connecting chain and collar and chained to the pillar as they were in Mr. Shelton’s basement. Mr. Shelton did the chaining, dressed in his leather executioner’s outfit. Four guys were blindfolded. Neither Gary nor Mr. Shelton were.

Finally Gary emerged with his boxing gloves on. He went up to his first victim and punched him hard in the stomach. The crowd winced. He went over to the next and did the same. Soon he was pummeling the guys, as he was used to doing in Mr. Shelton’s dungeon. The crowd was starting to get into it, and were either cheering him on, or wincing with the pain that the bound guy was receiving. Finally the hour was over, and Gary stuck up his hands in triumph, to the applause of the crowd.

Mr. Shelton took off the boxing gloves and took Gary over to a vacant pillar, chaining up and restraining him as he’d done with the others, though without blindfolding Gary. Mr. Shelton then held up the boxing gloves and said “would anyone like to try their hand at this?”

One guy in the audience immediately said “yes, I would”, and stepped forward. Gary took a look at the guy and let out an audible gasp. He recognized him as the champion boxer in their college division, someone who had bested their school’s best, which Gary could not do. This was Mr. Shelton’s invited guest.

“I’d like to see how much this guy can take. He didn’t do too bad dishing it out, but lots of these guys can’t take it as well as they dish it out.”

Gary knew then that he was in for it. But all he could do was stand there and take it.

When the guy walked up to Gary, he looked him in the eyes. “Ah, good. Fear. I love to see the fear in my opponents eyes when they realize what they’re about to get.”

After he’d gotten the boxing gloves on, he immediately smashed Gary hard in the gut. Gary expected this, and steeled himself to take the punch without reacting, which he did. The guy looked at Gary with a little more respect and said “hmm”.

The guy continued with a flurry of punches, and Gary finally reacted. The guy stepped back and said “not bad. There are very few guys I’ve hit that could take that much pounding without reacting sooner than this guy did. I’d like to get to know him a little better.”

Mr. Shelton asked “did you want to try hitting any of the others?” The other five were not pleased to hear him ask that.

“No, I figured that your boxer was the most fit, and I don’t want to chance causing injuries to the others.” The other five were relieved to hear this.

Mr. Shelton again asked if anyone else wanted to try. One guy came forward and said “sure. I love hitting guys.”

While he was putting the gloves on, Mr. Shelton said “you’re only allowed to punch the mid-section. You’re not allowed to hit the face or below the belt. If you do, you will be removed from the club.”

“Okay.”

When the gloves were on the guy, he went over to Gary and started punching him in the gut. But after landing a few blows, he decided to punch him in the face. Gary saw the guy looking up at his face and start to punch him, and quickly moved his face aside. He wasn’t able to completely duck the blow, but the guy’s fist glanced off his face and landed on the pillar. Mr. Shelton immediately stepped in while the guy was nursing his hand and said “that’s it. No more. You’re out of here. Security!”

Quickly the security people had helped Mr. Shelton remove the gloves from the guy and were escorting him out of the club. “I’ll get you for this!” the guy said as he was being escorted out.

When Mr. Shelton asked again for takers, no one took him up on his offer. The previous volunteer had turned the others off. As part of the agreement, the guys were to remain chained until the club emptied out. The patrons were allowed to come by, but no punching was allowed and their hoods were not to be removed. But the patrons could play with the guys, pinching, twisting tits, whatever would provide minor amusement, except that no cutting off of breath was allowed. This was announced, and that anyone who violated this would be escorted out of the club. After the other demonstration, the patrons knew that the club was serious, so no one violated this announcement.

Several checked out the cuffs and the fact that the chains were tightly pulling the guys up, with the one around the neck being noticeably tight. Mr. Shelton was looking for who might be having a bulge in the front of their pants from the sight. He noticed a couple of guys, and mentally filed away their appearance to talk to them later. He figured he could always use a couple of more guys at his house.

Later he got a chance to talk with one of the guys he’d noticed. “Did you enjoy our presentation?”

“That was amazing. And it’s neat the way those guys are bound. It must take a lot of body control to put up with that.”

“They worked their way up to it.”

“Where did you meet them?”

“They’re staying at my house. I give them free room and board, as well as providing their clothes, in exchange for them allowing me to put them into any bondage I want to.”

“That sounds like a perfect arrangement for them. I wish I could find something like that.”

“There’s always room for more if you’re interested. You’re welcome to join us.”

“I don’t think I could do what they are doing.”

“They couldn’t at first either. A person has to work up to it.”

“Free room and board. And clothes. And always kept in bondage. Damn. That sounds perfect.”

“Where are you staying now?”

“I’ve got an apartment. I’m struggling to pay for college, the apartment, and food. At least the store owner where I work as a delivery boy gives us these neat leather clothes to wear at work. I wish I had clothes like that to wear to school, like some of the guys do.”

“If you’re struggling for money it sounds like my offer would be perfect. You could have clothes like that to wear to school as well.”

“The trouble is that I don’t know you. Can I trust you?”

Mr. Shelton thought for a minute, sized up the guy, and finally made his decision. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but did you work with Freddie, the delivery boy?”

“Freddie? Sure. He was my best friend at the store. Why?”

Mr. Shelton just nodded his head over to one of the guys chained to the pillar.

“Oh my God.”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone else, or you will not be welcome. Understood?”

“Understood. Oh my God. Freddie. Was he still working at the store when he was living with you?”

“Yes. He moved in about a month before the school term started.”

“Okay, then. You’re on. When can I move in?”

“Whenever you want.”

“I’ll get packed when I get home. I’ll be by tomorrow. Where do you live?”

Mr. Shelton told him. Freddie was the only one without a roommate. He figured that this guy would be a good one to share Freddie’s room. Mr. Shelton also realized that he was going to have to start getting the guys moved down to be permanently restrained in his dungeon at night so as to free up the beds.

Mr. Shelton looked around for the other guy that reacted to the show, but found that he was with another guy who appeared to be his master. Mr. Shelton didn’t want to interfere with an already existing relationship, so he decided not to approach the guy.

Mr. Shelton had brought his camera along to take pictures for his site, which he'd been doing as the proceedings evolved. When all this was finished, it was time for him to join the others. As previously arranged with the club owner, he went over to the owner and said it was time to restrain him as well. The club owner took Mr. Shelton over to one of the pillars and chained him up as Mr. Shelton had done to the others. Of the five, Gary was the only one to see, and was surprised to see this.

As New Year’s was approaching, there was the usual countdown. At last midnight arrived to the roar of the crowd, and the familiar strains of Auld Lang Syne. The crowd stayed around for a while, continuing to check out the guys at the pillars, but finally started dispersing.

At last, as the crowd had dispersed, the club owner released Mr. Shelton, and Mr. Shelton started releasing the others. Soon Mr. Shelton had the six connected by a chain to their outside collars and led them out the back to his waiting van. Everyone was pretty tired, but looking forward to getting something to eat. After he had gotten them inside the van, he went to the driver’s door to get in and start driving them home. That’s when it happened.

A guy stuck a gun in Mr. Shelton’s stomach and said “put your hands behind your back and don't make a sound”. When Mr. Shelton realized what was happening, he complied. Soon his hands were cuffed. And shortly after that he was gagged. He was led to the back of the van, and loaded in with the others, ankles being cuffed. The guy got into the van and started driving away, having gotten the keys from Mr. Shelton. It was the guy who had been thrown out of the club.

Mr. Shelton and the other six all wondered what was going to happen to them. But it was Gary who was most concerned, since he previously had some encounters with the guy before he knew Mr. Shelton. Gary knew it was him the guy was really after.

To be continued