My Initiation ending up with more than I bargained for

Author: eckie
Title: My Initiation – ending up with more than I bargained for
Date: 28 February 2003

I have always enjoyed bondage, both ways, to tie and be tied; though I mainly was the one tying other willing boys and leaving them suffer for hours in their restraints with no hope of escape. Then again, each time I had one of them well ‘stored’ in my playroom, I was thinking of how it would be, wishing actually that I myself would have been on my victims place.



In the past few months my urge to become such victim grew more and more, so I kept looking around on the net, who knows, maybe I’m lucky and find some good rubber and bondage top searching for someone to keep tied up for some while.



On one of those contact-sites I then found and interesting adds:

Group of Rubber, Leather, and Bondagemen with regular play parties is looking for willing bondagetoys for regular use on the parties as servants, decoration, toys. Some bondage experience useful, but not necessary. Send your details to xxxxxxx



That sounded just perfect for me, regularly kept in restraints …. So I sent my stats and some pics to the given mail address, asking for some more information same time.



The reply took only a day and I was curious what they wrote. It was explained that the group is rather not looking for one-time players; they want to have regular people, who knows maybe some permanent ones that would depend on how the situations would evolve during time. If they find a candidate interesting, they will arrange a weekend for a meet, organize an initiation for that potential new toy and at the end decide if or if not it will become a regular toy.



So at least one weekend would be sure, even if we then agree that it isn’t the right thing … so there’s nothing to loose, on the contrary, maybe the perfect place to win – I replied again that I sure would be interested and willing to undergo this initiation and accept whatever the outcome will be. I also added some information on several dates where I would not be available, but leaving it to them to make a suggestion.



It took a several days before I received another reply – I thought they would not reply anymore, so was quite happy to see the mail coming in. They suggested that at the third weekend from now they would have another of their parties and that this would be an ideal time for my initiation. If I would agree to that date, I should make time from Friday morning until Sunday night and should return the attached sheet with all of my body measurements and my taboos. I quickly checked my agenda and as there was nothing important planned for that weekend I agreed in a reply mail to it. Already a few hours later I received the instructions where to go, when to be there and that I would not need to bring anything with me but myself. I was quite happy and looking forward to that experience.



The day arrived, it was half past nine afternoon, I sat in the bus to the destination they gave me – a bus stop somewhere outside town where I should be arriving at 10.05 hrs – so if the bus kept his time, I would be just perfectly in time. It felt a bit strange to go somewhere for a weekend and having nothing with me but the clothes on my body, but they said I wont need any.



10.06 the bus arrived at the mentioned stop – it was really out of anywhere – there were a few houses to see far away, from the bus stop one small path was leading away from the main street into some woods close by, but that was all around here, except – the black van standing opposite the bus stop – I assumed that was my pickup then.



I went over to the van, but as all windows were blackened, I could not see anyone inside and knocking on the window didn’t get any reply either. So I thought I’d check the backside of the van, maybe there I can see someone or something. And indeed – I didn’t see anyone, but the door wasn’t completely shut, so I thought I might have a peek inside... it could be what they expect. The inside was empty except a small box in the middle with a piece of paper on top – some text on it. I went inside and checked the paper – it was further instructions. It said: Before you read any further, decide if you want to go for it or not. If you continue, you will be released on Sunday evening 23.00 hrs, not before, and in the meantime you will be object of the initiation. As agreed previously, there will be no harm to your health and body, the taboos you gave us will be completely respected, but besides that there are no limits in when, what, how you will be kept during that time, you do not have the right to cancel the initiation in that time.



Of course I wanted to have this weekend of bondage, so I kept on reading; no way will I miss it …. The rest of the instructions were easy and clear: strip completely, take the duct tape and cuffs out of the box and put all your clothes inside. Loop the leg cuffs through the hook on the floor and lock them, loop the handcuffs through the hook on the ceiling, then tape your mouth shut and eyes closed before locking the handcuffs on you. Don’t try cheating, if we find out you’ll be sent home immediately.



I did as instructed and waited. It wasn’t very long after I locked myself into some other people’s faith when the engine was started and the van moved. After what took about 15 minutes driving, the van stopped again and I heard someone entering from the back. The hand/leg cuffs were taken off the hooks, but left on me and I was walked out of the van, naked as I was, over on some stony ground until I felt tiled floor under my feet. A few stairs down and then I was laid on a table, hands, arms, legs, feet well strapped, no way to run. Not being released at all showed me already that they won’t let me go before the agreed end – and I started getting hard on that thought.



Suddenly a voice talked to me: You’re here for your initiation, and there will be no delay in getting you ready for it. With that I got some inhaler mask on my mouth and nose and smelled some sweet stuff, but then immediately went out.



Waking up I immediately felt the need to choke and vomit, when at once a calming voice spoke to me: easy boy, eeeeeasy … you get used to the tube very quick, just breath normally, just calm down. I was still strapped on the table, obviously precaution for this moment of waking up. The tape from my mouth was gone but still I wasn’t able to open it - instead I felt some tubing go down my mouth and down my throat and also some tubes in my nose. With my tongue I could feel two tubes in my mouth – what the heck will that be … I started being scared and started struggling in panic. The voice then again tried calming me down and started explaining:



‘Calm down boy, there’s nothing to endanger you here; you’re just about to be prepared for your weekend here. You had your chance to get out of this weekend, but you agreed to get on with it and now there is no back until your release Sunday night. We will make sure you are provided with all your body needs, as for the rest, it is us to decide what, when, where, how you will be kept.



We sedated you for the more difficult bit, the tubing you feel inside you and also cleaned out your ass completely. There’s the nose-tubing, making sure you get air through your nose at all times, also there are two tubes down your throat, one going half way down your stomach, you will be fed nutritious, but fluid food with it, and besides that maybe other fluids. The second tube in your throat goes down your lung, again ensuring airflow for your breath. You stated your ability to breathe well being an essential, as you see we want to make sure that is the case.



Of course we have to ensure all remains as and where it is, so you have also been gagged using a special formed rubber gag with two holes inside to fit the two tubes. Additional we used dental plates to cement your teeth around the rubber gag. As you might feel between your lips and teeth is rubber as well, it is part of the gag, just as the rubber outside your lips, the outer rubber has strong adhesive which perfectly seals to your skin. Your lips are perfectly glued to the rubber. It needs a special counteragent to get it off your skin again, so don’t bother trying now.’ There was no way I could pull my mouth open. The gag was now permanently fixed inside and with it the tubes were permanent as well.



He explained further: ‘Because the tubes pass your vocal cords, it would not make sense trying to make any sort noise, with the blocked cords you’re unable to do so. I assume we have your full cooperation now, I doubt you will want to run away in the state you are right now.’ There was not much for me to do, many thoughts ran through my brains, fear, panic, but also hornyness about the reality of the situation I got myself in here, those guys seem to know what they want, know what they do and know how to get what they want.



They now inserted something small in each of my ears and sealed it off with something, must have been wax or some similar material, immediately I was isolated from most of the noise around me. A slight clicking in my ear and I suddenly heard his voice again: ‘your only contact for the rest of your stay will be possible through these mini earphones; we will now proceed further with your initial clothing’. Another click and it was silent again.

Now they pulled a thin but tight shiny black latex hood over my head. They made sure the tubes are passed through the small well fitting holes in the latex hood – sealing off my head totally by that. I now could neither speak, nor hear or see anything. I was now released from the straps and helped to stand up, securely held by two other guys, to make sure I won’t fall, but also won’t run.

Next they penetrated my backside with a rubber plug with a remote control vibrator inside. The plug had also two tubes attached, once inserted and pumped up, it cannot be pressed out anymore, but yet again my ass can be filled or drained by the two tubes whenever they want. To complete the control over all my body openings they now inserted a catheter in my dick, I wanted to scream when the burning started during the insertion, but there was not much noise for me to make anymore, so I had to cry out inside my brains to myself. They continues working on my dick and balls, I could barely make out what they do, but form the feeling I could gather some parts, they must prepare some sort chastity for me down there.

Some hip belt was fixed round my hips, lying just on top of my hips, not cold enough to be steel, so probably some hardplastic. On the lower site of my balls I felt more of that material, they fitted my dick on it, making sure the balls are each to left and right of the dick on there, another part was added on the topside of my dick, the both parts seemed to fit perfectly together, sealing my dick and balls tight inside in a bent way. It didn’t leave much room at all, so getting hard will be a problem from now on. I was still too scared and confused to even think of getting hard, so at this time I was still fine with it. The catheter was not connected to one of the tubes in the plug, each time I will piss, I will fill my own ass with it – I can just hope the other tube in the plug remains open ….. Another piece of hardplastic now was added going between my legs, from the middle front of the hip belt to the middle back, by that pressing my encased dick and balls backwards between my legs. I guess I must have looked like having no dick at all. The only thing standing out a little now was the two tubes of the plug. Definitely I would not be able to have a painless hardon here anymore. I felt more fiddling around in and on that belt, finally all was snapped and locked in place and sure no longer removable by me.

Then they started to force my whole body into a thin one piece latex suit, gloves and feet attached. While pulling it over my body they made sure the tubes of the plug found their place in the holes on the backside through very small holes, by that sealing themselves off then again. There was no zip on that suit, only an opening in the neck. Once I was inside it, they glued the neck to the base of the thin latex hood. I was now totally sealed up in latex with the only way of getting out would be destroying the rubber suit.

Some clicking in my ear again and the voice said: ‘This is your outfit for the weekend, none of it will be removed before Sunday evening – other things will be added some time, but nothing comes off from what you’re sealed in now. We took control over each of your body openings and all your primary senses, the tubes prevent any smell and taste and also block your voice cords, the earplugs prevent hearing, the hood prevents sight, your dick is securely out of order, the catheter and plug tubes will let us also control that part of your body. Being sealed inside the rubber, your are nothing else but a rubbered toy, not a person acting on his own, but a toy to be played with or used as we see fit.’ Another click and it was silent again.

Then they pulled another heavier rubber hood over the top of all that. The tubes were carefully pulled through so that they remained firmly in place. There was no way out of this head prison. I was just going to have to learn to live inside it at their total mercy. With the added thick hood even the mumbling noises that were there before have almost gone now, I felt strange, but still seemed to somehow enjoy it, I wasn’t scared at this moment, was just curious on what to come.

Next they put my whole body into a second heavier rubber suit, feet, mitts and hood built-in, the suit made of extra strong rubber, almost standing by itself. This suit has been heavily pre-lubed; with its thickness still it was not easy to get me in it. With some struggle, pull, push my feet were in the suit, pulled up over my torso my hands pushed into the arms of the suit all the way til they ended up in the quite rigid mitts, the included hood finally pulled over my already covered head, again the tubes carefully lead through holes to the outside, the zip of the suit was pulled close from the top of the hood to the neck and then from the backside up to the neck as well, I thought to have noticed some slight clicking .. I assumed they padlocked the two zippers together. It was obvious that they would not want me having any chance of taking anything off myself.

So now I was blind, gagged, some tubes were my only connection to the outside world, in head to toe latexsuit with on top another heavy rubber suit. I tried some careful moving of my arms and legs, the thickness of the outer rubbersuit made it already difficult to have controlled movements by myself. I already had no chances whatsoever to get out by myself, yet do anything by myself while isolated like that in the rubber.

But they refused to stop there.

They used rubberbands now to mummify me with my arms crossed on my chest and my legs bound together. I could feel the tension of the rubber bands on my body even through the double suits I already wore. Then they squeezed my whole mummified body into a rubber bag which also had a built-in hood. This was zipped up all the way to the top of my head. Yet again the tubes were carefully placed right. The difference with this zip was that it was one of those diver's heavy duty zips and they padlocked it to a small metal flap at the top of my head. The rubberbag had many straps from the feet up to the neck, from the feeling it must have been every few inch one. All of them were buckled up and each of them well secured with padlocks.

This was it then, the total rubber imprisonment. Two suits, rubber bands, rubberbag – everything well glued or padlocked. Why the hell had I agreed to this initiation, why did I let myself get into this situation … the thought of being an object for rubberbondage directed my dick to make this decision ….There was no way I could escape now anymore. They could do me in now and no-one could help me, least of all myself. I started to get a hardon, but in his prison, pulled backwards tightly between my legs, as if I wouldn’t have a dick, there was no way for it to grow painless, I tried moaning with the suffering it created, but there was no noise to come from me, I was all alone with myself and my pain, heavy encapsulated in all those layers.

But, that still wasn't the end of it. They lifted my body onto a board and strapped me down on to the board with thick rubber padding under my back to make it comfortable to be strapped to. They then lifted me up whilst strapped to the board and placed me into a specially designed coffin.

I was helplessly bound to the board from head to toe, including my head, neck, chest, waist, thighs, knees and ankles. No part of me could wriggle in any direction. The box was fully padded with thick rubber-lined padded panels which completely filled the box on all sides and at each end. I felt some wiggling on the tubes, they obviously connected something to them – I would sure soon find out what it was. Then they forced the lid on the coffin. It was screwed down and the underneath of the lid was lined also so that when it was forced down on top of me, it held also my face in position solidly, and pressed down onto my body. I was sealed up totally now. No escape. No way of crying out for help. No-one would hear me.

The tubes had been connected to needed supplies, making sure the nasal and breathing tube get the air, but as well attaching the stomach tube to some canisters with fluids – regularly filling my stomach completely – I would not dehydrate for sure. But then again, the amount of fluids in my stomach increase the natural need of pissing – and there was only one place where the piss could go … sooner or later I would fill my own ass with it …

The coffin was then prepared with padding, coverage and pillows – finishing off a nice looking basic sit-couch - no one could see the box underneath, the coffin holding the prisoner in his isolation all alone with himself. Again some clicking in my ears, the voice again: ‘Time for you to relax boy, you won’t go anywhere so soon. It’s late afternoon now, we’re going for some refreshment, and later the party will start here. We did tell the others that a new contestant will have his initiation this weekend, but haven’t told anyone that you are here already. During the evening sure many will use this couch here for rest or play, not knowing a boy suffers underneath in his isolation. As you will find out the tubes are well connected, you will not have any troubles getting air, but also the other tubes are used this evening – the stomach tube is connected to the pisstoilet, so anyone who will use it this evening will actually fill your stomach – of course you will release it through your catheter inside your ass, and only when the pressure inside your ass is high enough, the valve in the releasing ass tube will open and give you relief there, that outlet being connected then to a waste tube outside. To make sure you won’t dry out when no one’s using the toilet, the flush mechanism is set to automatic – randomly it will flush 1 liter clear water down your stomach – it will keep you busy.

The batteries we also sealed with you inside the bag usually last a few days, so when the time activates your additional entertainment I am sure it won’t be ending early – by the way, the tens units cannot be switched off then anymore unless we unpack and release you, so don’t hope for it that soon. They come in random intervals and in random strengths – we don’t want you to get bored in there ….’ I thought I heard him grinning. ‘And just to make you worth waiting there – we will have some little games tonight at the party – and you’re the price ... the winner gets to own you for the rest of your initiation and will decide what happens to you. But don’t get happy yet – you should keep your fingers crossed that one of us here wins, as we’re the only ones knowing where you are … if one of the others wins, we’ll tell them only somewhat tomorrow night…. ‘<click> silence again, total silence – I was again alone with myself, helpless, hopelessly wrapped, packed, stuffed, the only sound I heard was the breathing through the tubes.

Next I felt a vibration. My backside was humming. It was the rubber vibrator plug they'd put inside my earlier. Then suddenly some pain all over my balls, dick and even asshole – the tens unit was activated and must have started with a high setting – I at least hoped so, if that would be low, then good night boy …. I wanted to shout, but again I could not do anything by shout in my mind to myself, the electroshock must have lasted about one minute before I was able to relax of it again, when will the next one come, how strong will it be, my mind started racing, my dick was hurting and I started swearing on myself for ever having wanted this at all.

But there was not much time for relaxing, I felt my stomach being filled extremely – was it the flushing water, or was already someone pissing? I would not know at all, as I couldn’t taste anything with that tube, All I know is that it will be regular flushed, so as he promised, I will be busy in here … I already felt my own piss entering my ass – I would not have thought that would be that quick – and of course it remained in my ass until the pressure was really high enough to open the valve … I tried to press it out already, but it wasn’t strong enough yet, so it will stay in there until my ass fills more – I will have to suffer in here until someone has the mercy to release me.

So this was the begin of my initiation then, locked hidden inside a couch for the evening, the rest of the guys having their party, their fun, their sex, enjoying the night – and all I did was feeling the sweat, tightness, immobility, a human water/piss recycling machine, the permanent vibrating plug trying to make me hard, the chastity and catheter preventing it, the tens units randomly torturing me … totally isolated from the world.. I am totally dependent on the guys to ever release me – there was no way I could ever get out, get noticed by anyone, get found by anyone ….. what if they amuse themselves so much that they forget about me in here, what if as the guy said, someone else wins and I’ll have to suffer this for more than 24 hours or will I be released at all before the end of the initiation? Or even worse …would I ever see the world again? . . .

Inside such isolation, trapped in all the teasing torture, you forget about time, I didn’t even know how long all the preparation took or how long I was here already now, has the party started yet or was it over already – I lost track completely – all I could do was hope to be able to cope with my destiny here, and hope it will end soon ……

The situation I was in exhausted me, sweating, the constant filling of my stomach and ass, the regular electro stimulations, the plug vibrating all time – I guess I fell in between sometimes in such minute-sleeps – not really sleeping but dozing away until the next event inside here made me fully aware again of my place. The tens-unit, the flushing, all randomly set, also you could never say is it water or piss filling my stomach, no indications to stay on track of time, So with those minute-sleeps included you complete loose it I could not have told if I was in here 1 hour or 1 day by now, it definitely seemed far too long to me. But you keep focusing on trying to cope with your situation all the time, so that the rest gets more and more unimportant.

I even stopped to actually realize the filling of my stomach, I must have got used to it so much in this time. But then again – can it be that it actually stopped? I tried thinking when I last felt myself piss in my ass, but even that I could not exactly tell, must have been a while back too … there was hope then for me, they might have turned it off then.

And indeed the lid of the coffin suddenly was moving away from my body, they lifted it, I felt the tubes being handles with, disconnecting them from the supplies I was on. And finally even the board I was strapped on was lifted out of the coffin again. They haven’t forgotten me, I was relieved to be let out of this box, but then again, they didn’t seem to have plans to free me until Sunday – or was it Sunday already? Or was I just being taken to the next step of this weekend? A sudden click again in my ears: ‘You are lucky, boy’ the voice said. I was glad to be out of the silence I was kept in for so long, and I thought I might even recognize the voice being the same as before I was left alone. ‘Most of the others are sleeping already, the party is almost over so far for this night, but the weekend is still young. And yes, I told you that you should hope one of use here wins the trophy – I was the lucky one, and now you’re mine for the rest of your stay.’ While talking to me I felt the heavy rubbersack being opened and I was taken out of it. Then they also removed all the rubberbands that kept me mummified inside. I still was hot inside, there was still the two rubbersuits I am in, but even the heavy rubbersuit they now started to open and to get me out of it. I would have loved to get all off me, but the remaining parts, including all tubes, gag, and plug were held by the glued suit I still had on now, and I don’t think they will let me out of that before my time here is over.

The voice continued: ‘Being mine now, I am granting you some temporary relieve of all the other gear, but of course the rest now remains on as it is. I am tired as well now, it is late, or some call it early already.’ With that he lead me off the table I was still on, I felt some belt being fastened around my waist and my hands attached and locked to it on each side of my body. He then pressed my upper body down, I knew I had to get down on the floor, and then he shoved me into a cage. I tried crawling further in but to my surprise wasn’t getting very far before feeling something in my way. I felt the vibrations of the cage door being locked shut and the voice came again: ‘Get yourself some rest while I sleep, I have other plans for you later’, another click and silence was again. I tried to get somehow laid down on the floor, no longer being straight stretched was a good feeling, so I would try curling myself somewhat together here in the cage and get at least some sleep here. While trying to get some position inside the cage I felt things inside, it wasn’t pillows, it wasn’t blanket, it wasn’t stiff or hard, I could neither see nor feel what it was through the rubber but putting my head on it, I felt through my cheeks something, it feels like some chest going up and down from breathing, this must be someone else in here. Unable to see or hear or speak, hands tied to my sites there was not so much to do – I assumed the other being in a similar situation, so I curled myself somewhat together with that other body. Who knows who that was, but by the reaction of that body I felt that he was glad about that close presence just as much as I was, he tried to curl up with me too – and even still in some discomfort with my gear and position I managed to fall a sleep.

It must have been a deep sleep – I didn’t wake up much during it, but when I finally woke up the other body was gone, I was alone on the padded floor of that cage – or was I still in the cage? I stretched my legs carefully and yes, I felt some bars down there so I still was in here. I was surprised not to feel very hungry, but somehow thirsty – it must be the mix they feed me through the tubes. Anyway – tubed and glued as I am I totally depend on them to care for the needs of the body. I was lying there in the cage for quite some time before I felt some movement on the end. Someone opened the door and pulled me out of it and on my feet. I was a bit weak on my legs but some people kept me on my arms secure.

I was hoping for my voice to speak again to tell me what is going on, but just as silent as all the time I was lead away form the cage. It seemed to be going into another room, but how could I tell, I didn’t really know much at all about the location I was, so I just had to follow the directions of them leading me where they wanted. I was then directed to kneel down and sit on my feet. All hands were gone now and I was in silence alone again – waiting for what will happen, as I was sure I won’t be left just here kneeling very long.

Just then someone took one of my arms and I felt them pulling something over it – I guessed I will be fit in another suit again. Well some suit it was, but not as I thought. The rubber of that suit was well lubed already so slides easy over my existing rubber. At the end of that sleeve I had to make a fist to fit in, it felt heavy padded there around the fist and there was sure not much left for my fingers to do inside. The same for my other arm, all down a sleeve ending in some heavy padded mittens. The feeling of the suit told me it must be a very heavy and thick rubber once again. Next I felt a hood being pulled over my head, this suit had again a built in one – the tubes were carefully placed through those hoods holes too, but the hood wasn’t zipped up yet on the back. My upper body then was pushed forward and my fists held on the floor, I should stay leaning on my arms and they lifted my ass, remaining on knees though. Strange way to put on a suit I thought at first, but of course I found out right away. They pulled the suit now down along my back and torso towards the crotch and butt. Then to my surprise my right foot was pulled up towards my butt and more hands fiddled my knee inside some sleeve then – that was the special then with this suit, instead of real legs, there were only wide but short king of bags on the end to fit in the legs in a tight bent way. When my knee and leg was in that sleeve and let down on the floor again I felt that at the knee area must have been heavy padding too, I was more or less kneeling on something very soft now. The same procedure went for the other leg too. Then they pressed my feet both towards my ass before starting to close the zippers of that suit. The had some troubles at the begin to close it, it must have been a heavy zip and they had to pull the rubber of the suit together to be able to close it, by that this suit tightened around my body. The zip went all the way up to the hood, so it sealed me off in a second layer heavy rubber, but kept me in that kneeling way – I must have looked like a doggy by now, and I guess that was the purpose of that special suit also. The final touch for this pup was a wide collar being buckled around my neck. Now someone held my head tight and I felt my stomach being filled once again until it was almost painfully filled, yet the catheter just started passing it on to my ass.

Then I once again heard the voice talking to me: ‘Oh yes that looks nice. I have decided to have you around the day as my puppy, during day most guys will be on a bike-tour around the area here, me included, actually there will be only a few of you boys be left here during day. But as none of you can speak or hear or see it will be more or less unlikely that you bump into each other. Also before I leave you’ll get another feeding, we want to make sure you’re not drying out. Your asstubes now don’t release it anymore, so what you get in now will remain in. Now let’s take the puppy on a walk until we all leave for the tour.’ By that he attached a leash on my collar and pulled me in his direction. Not able to see or hear, hardly feeling much with the padded knees and fists I had troubles getting on my way, but as we kept on walking, him just pulling the leash to direct me as needed, I managed to get around on my fours. Of course I bumped into doors or walls, but I think that was on purpose. Still I wasn’t actually able to tell where I was now, inside, outside, have we been in the same room all time walking around – I had no coordination in this suit. I was fed twice in that time again, must have been some half hour of ‘walking the puppy’ when we stopped. I expected something to come now, some voice, some hands to direct me, something at all, but nothing – absolute silence as always and no one leading me, touching me, directing me – I thought it might be some part of the game, watching the pup helpless as I was, but after having waited almost some half hour on that spot, I realized they might by now have gone on their bike-ride and I was left there alone, helpless, blind, disoriented and an ass aching from all the fluids that were in there meanwhile.

There was no way to get on my feet in that suit, so I would have to stay on my fours for now, walking around won’t do much either, not knowing where I am and not seeing anything either. Still I tried carefully walking on my fours around, trying out where it goes, but pretty soon I bumped into either walls or door everywhere, I don’t think there is any open doorway to leave this room for me, so I decided to find myself some corner in this place to lay down and rest again – life of a dog isn’t that bad :) I laid there quite some time, many thoughts again in my mind – what to come next, what was the time, when will they be back, how much I enjoyed parts of it, how much I hated other parts. But despite that pain in my filled ass I still dozed away more than just once and even had some real sleep then there. Getting awake I was wondering how long I was lying there now – it has been a long time since I have seen any light last time, so I could impossibly tell any time of the day or even the day itself.

Suddenly I felt the leash being pulled again – they must be back. I did my best to follow the lead, of course again bumping here and there against something, but what else could I do anyway. After some time of being walked we stopped, and suddenly all the pressure in my ass that has been collected during day was released, they have opened the valve at the tube again. I could not do anything against it, so wherever we stood that time I left quite some mess by now. When the pressure was low again and the valve closed again I was dragged on the leash again, I had no idea where to of course. When we stopped again I was made to sit on my bent legs, they pulled my torso upright and I felt some pole in my back – several straps were added around my chest and around my head too, my arms were crossed over my chest and also fixed with straps around that pole, I was again immobile. I felt again some fiddling with the mouth tubes and immediately after I noticed my stomach being filled again. This time it seemed not to stop at all, so I was filled extremely, and even after the catheter started releasing it into my ass the flooding into the stomach didn’t stop. Regularly the pressure in my ass was big enough to open the valve, but it just continued – I was kind of a distillatory here, whatever it that came through my mouth was ended up after some time through the asstubes, but the whole process went continuously on. ‘I just wanted to keep you busy while we have dinner here, enjoy yours too, boy’ was what I suddenly heard someone say, another click in the ears and silence again.

I was left there for quite some time again before finally the fluids stopped, and after some time later I felt them undoing all the straps. As much as I actually enjoyed the forced position on my fours, I sure would have likes to stretch out again, but who knows what they have in mind. Being loose from the pole I was lead around on the leash again, once stopped I was standing on my fours and waiting for what to come. Feeling some tightening around my body I noticed they started putting some harness over my torso, butt, arms and legs and even around the head I felt straps being buckled, they have added some full bodyharness over my current suits. I was then pushed down to lie on my stomach and my arms were pulled behind my back. They were locked together at the wrists, but then also locked together further up to my shoulders, quite tight so that my elbows almost touched themselves. Those arms were definitely out of order now. Also my bent legs were now locked together and also the wristlocks were locked to one of the leg strappings so that the picture was looking like a hogtie now, just that I anyway already was locked in those suits before. If I would have wiggled around I might have had a chance to move to my sites, but else there wasn’t much moving possible again. I felt them handling around my straps for still some more, but didn’t know what they do at that moment, until I suddenly felt the straps press a bit more around my front side, I was lifted up, probably by some winch, they had attacked lots of chains to the harness and made sure I would hang in horizontal position, just as tied in hogtie as I was. From the feeling I thought I was lifted up quite high, but you can never tell without seeing anything.

<click> ‘We thought some nice redecoration of our group party room might be nice’ I heard a voice again. ‘So you’re hanging somewhere in the middle of the room here and some other boys are well used in similar ways. We like to have a good atmosphere when playing, and be sure; you do your part to it in there’<click> So then I at least knew what was going on. They would party again, play and have fun, while I was left here hanging around for their view. It wasn’t really comfortable of course, but also not unbearable, so I tried to relax as good as it was possible in that situation and was hoping they would not leave me here too long. During the time there I was pushed several times by some people, making me swing around on the chains, sometimes a little, sometimes really heavy, having no orientation I was almost feeling sick inside my prison. Other times I felt my stomach filling up again. So they fed me whatever fluids in-between, maybe some beers, maybe just water or piss or whatever it might have been – I didn’t taste it, just felt it in my stomach. Of course this again filled my ass, but again it has to remain inside as the valve seemed blocked again, the high pressure of my filled ass causes sure troubles again, I definitely didn’t enjoy it much, but no way to get anything out there before they would release the valve again.

After many times of feeding, swinging around I suddenly noticed that nothing happened to me for quite a while – were they all busy having fun? Were they still playing at all? were they still here in the room at all? I again had no ideas, and no other choice but to wait if or when or what will come. It must have been hours (or at least felt like that) when I got so tired and exhausted that I even dozed away while hanging there tightly, I must even have fallen a sleep at one time. It is unbelievable in what situations the human body grabs his needed sleep sometimes. With all the dozing away and the sleep of course I could not tell again how long I was hanging there before I was again pushed quite heavy, so that I was swinging and spinning around rather heavy and long. Obviously someone was back again – either it was morning already and they really had left me here all night or someone returned from playing and it was still in the middle of the party. I could not tell.

I was finally let down from the winch, when I laid on the floor all strapping and the harness was removed and I could at least stretch my arms, shoulders again, but my legs still were inside those legs of the suit bent. I was left a while stretching before I felt the leash again being pulled, I had to get on my fours quickly to be able to follow the lead, I struggled some bits, was a bit weak of course, but managed to stumble after the leash. I was lead only a little around before I felt the valve being released again – what a great feeling to finally get my ass emptied (or at least as far as the pressure allows before the valve closes again). Next I felt the collar being taken off, and right after the zip of that special suit was opened, I could feel some cooling air around my inner rubbersuit, I was taken out of this suit finally. I used that moment to slowly stretch out my legs, they hurt, but slowly I felt them normal again. I was left a while again stretching before I was taken up to stand and lead somewhere else. I was then suddenly pushed again inside something – I realized it must be the cage again, but this time it was empty. I wasn’t tied up, but still being sealed in that rubbersuit I anyway would not do much inside there with myself. I hoped to be left there for some resting, but because I could not be sure I immediately tried curling myself in some comfy position and trying to get some more rest. I was left alone again for some while and in-between fell a sleep again, this time a better sleep without any tight hard restraints.

Someone woke me up some time then and pulled me out of that cage, standing up and leading me away again. Somewhere probably in the same room I was turned and pushed backwards to sit on a chair, but stopped half way down. Someone then fiddled around with the ass tubes before carefully pushing me further down until I sat completely – they dragged the tubes through a special hole in that chair after they have been connected to something. My body then was pushed to lean back and the torso was strapped tight on there then so that I sat straight upright. Next came straps over my waist, just below the waist, both legs strapped with each 3 straps from crotch area to just up the knee, my legs a little apart by that. My feet were pushed on some sort platform, I felt them being in some sort of form made spot, they could not really go back/left/right anymore, then they strapped them on to this platform too so I could no longer push them forward either, more straps at the lower legs until just below the knee followed. Then they put each arm on the armrest of the chair, a rather wide arm rest, straps again from just under my armpits down to my wrists secured them tightly. Then I felt something being pushed against my stomach, hard, so no straps, but maybe some wooden add-on to fix the body even more. It was some other plate fixed to that chair to put my hands on then. The hands were slipped into some gloves, but not just gloves, but those medical hard leathered flat gloves, unable to bend; slipping my hands in each finger had his own space inside. Both hands in those gloves then were tightly fixed on that wooden plate they just had added before. From toes up to the chest I was immobile already. Now some straps around my neck, some more around the head in various directions and once more some hard part – another wooden piece was fitted just underneath the chin, fixing the neck to the back of the chair and also keeping the head immobile, no movements in any direction possible by now. I felt some funneling on the mouth tube also and shortly after once again my stomach filled – feeding time I guessed, hoping it would not be too much of it again and hoping the valve on the asstube wasn’t blocked.

Some vibrations on that chair told me it is being moved now, I t actually was lowered down in the ground a bit, so that I ended up being with my head just in the right height for people who might want a piss. They had added some funnel to my mouth tube so that everybody could just easily piss in and fill me up by that, additional there was a water hose just above it, slightly running water all time, so I would be constantly slowly filled at all times. Once again silence all over, no more hands working on my body, no more movements – I obviously was left alone again. But sudden pain immediately got me to attention, they must have activated also the tens units again, I had almost forgotten they were still in place, but again it started all over the dick, balls, ass, tits – and again in random intervals and strengths – someone wanted to make sure I don’t get bored here. By the amount of fluids filling my stomach I could guess when I was just under the running hose or when there might have been one or more people filling me with piss – and as so often before I acted as distiller for all of it, passing it through my belly, out the catheter, interim stop in my ass and out the asstube. Because I slept rather well before I was now quite awake and felt each minute passing, each minute of course lasting like hours – at least I felt I was sitting there for many hours already before with the known click in my ears someone spoke again to me, even thought the earphones weren’t that clear I still figured it was all time the same voice, so the same guy talking to me.

‘So how is my property by now’ he asked – well knowing that I would still not be able to answer at all, but calling me his property was new, then again this guy told me at the begin already that I was the price in a game that weekend and later told me that he got the price, thus me …. ‘You sure wonder what time it is or what day it is, well tough luck, I wont tell you. But I think I sure have your full attention, well there is nothing else to listen to anyway for you, so let me tell you now what I have decided for you’. So he wasn’t talking about the next plans, but talking about having made decisions, he sure took that ownership serious - well, until my time of release has come he sure could do so. He continued: ‘I am the owner of this place here, and the two others you met at the begin are my associates, we run it quite successful, a private party club, but members and friends donate well to keep it all well running. The add you reacted on is a quite regular one, because we always need fresh meat for plays around here, but also I have already for long time thought of getting myself some permanent toys in here – until last week I wasn’t ready for it yet, so we actually had the boys here for their games and dropped them at the meeting place afterwards all time.

Just last week though I finally finished a project that took me almost 2 years to plan, develop, fine-tune and finally finish. So you are the lucky first one to be object to it.’ I was starting to think what he was talking about, another part of the game? Why that long talk about it, they haven’t done before and just done to me what they liked, no questions to ask, no explanations to give. He continued: ‘Now depending whether you like it or not, you can say you have been at the right place at the right time, or the opposite of it. But nevertheless it doesn’t matter anyway which of it that is. Point is that I have decided to keep you for good, and I will do so at my terms of course.’ What did he just say? Did I hear right? Is that man crazy? Or does he just want to freak me out here as part of my initiation? Well – I’ll keep on listening, I would not want to fail and ruin future weekends like that by a wrong reaction, and anyway, he can’t just keep me against my will.

‘I went through your stuff earlier this weekend, I got your address from your wallet, and of course your house keys were there too. I’ve been to your place and wiped it – there were anyway no traces to us here besides the mails on your computer – you didn’t make any notes or else, so it was quite easy. You also made a big mistake on your computer to have a scan of your sign on there, so I could easily forge a lot of letters I wrote – I got your job cancelled, your bank account, your insurances and even your flat to the end of the month. I will make sure it is being cleared out until then and your traces will disappear, because the last thing I booked on your name was a train ticket to and through Eurasia, from where you strangely won’t ever return. Your harddisk is now formatted and the computer is now somewhere in the waste so no one will be able to trace you back here. You also don’t know at all where you are now and we made sure no one will see you stepping into the van at the begin of the weekend, that is why we chose that lonely busstop out in the middle of nowhere. Besides me and my two associates, who closely worked with me on this project, not even anyone of our guests this weekend knows who you are, nobody say your face. If someone will start looking out for you one day, all they will find out is that you left towards those countries and haven’t returned, train tickets are not registered on persons names, so no one will know if or if not you really were on those trains.’ I started to get frightened, he sure knew how to scare me with such details, but still I didn’t believe it being serious, well sure a nice variant of a game here. Helpless as I am I could not react on it at all and would have to listen to all and get scared about it.

‘As for your future here as my toy, you will never be free again, never be able to flee, I make sure of that, and you will be one of our few permaennt6 party toy forever. Of course we don’t have parties every day, so in-between you will just be stored safely, and for that I had something developed in the past which now I will use for the first time, and during time some more toys like you will join you in your destiny. First of all, your tubing are permanent, you will never again be without them, by that you will know that I am the one and only to control all your senses and body holes. You are absolutely depending on me and my associates to make sure your body receives what he needs to stay alive and healthy. Also of course you will never again be able to speak up, when we did the tubes down the throat I already knew that you are the first to be object to this transformation, so I deliberately cut your voice cords already. Also the earphones are permanent implants, without my activation you will never hear anything. What I developed in the past years was a special suit for these future party-toys. It is made of quite heavy rubber and will be sealed and glued on your body, just like the one you still wear, just that it is much stronger rubber. Of course the human body will need attention to be able to cope with it. Inside that suit are hundreds of electrodes, once connected they will work all your body muscles regularly, so keep them in shape and make sure you don’t suffer any damage from being immobile so long times. During time this permanent working out of all the muscles will also sure improve the looks of your body. You will be connected to a computer during all time of your storage, that computer will determine the ways of how the stimulations will work to ensure that your body receives the movements it needs, even without actually moving at all. Of course the electric contacts will randomly also used for some easy or heavier electro torture, not that you get too bored all those days in storage...

Also inside the suit are length of very fine tubes with thousands of pores all over, the entire tubes connected in a huge air system, once connected to the computer controlled air supply it will ensure that your skin gets enough fresh air, as you know the human body used the skin a lot for it’s air supply. With that there will be no more need to take off the glued and sealed rubber ever again; you’re going to remain a anonymous play toy for all our members and guests. Additionally during storage times you will be fed intravenously with the essentials your body needs, and for the rest the tubing that you got already will let us provide you with liquids all time, also nutritious liquids in times you are not in storage. The current system of recycling fluids through stomach, catheter and ass will be kept as it is; I like the idea of knowing you don’t waist anything by use it multiple times. I will some day probably have to replace that plug up your ass with a bigger one, after a few months you will be so used to it that you forget about it, so a larger one will keep it in your mind. The construction we made around your balls and cock is permanent already, it is made of extra hardened fiberglass, the joints securely and permanently glued already, so the one thing you sure can forget it to get hard without pain ever again, besides that of course you can forget to ever be free again as well.

As for your storage I mentioned, like I said we do not have daily parties, so in the times you are not needed as toy or decoration, you will be safely stored in a hull made of strong fiberglass, made to fit your measures, so you will be unable to make any stupid things anyway. You will be put inside at the end of any party weekend and connected to the computers and left there until we need you again, that can be a few days or some weeks, it will depend on how many of such toys like you we will find in the near future an how many of you will be used at the parties then. Those hulls are mounted on a turntable frame, the human body needs to be turned regular as we want to prevent damage to it, so you will be upward, downwards, sideward during times, the computer program has been well programmed with all necessary information to make sure our toys keep well during storage times. Outside in the backyard we have a hidden old bunker. If you don’t know it you will never find it, it is 20 inch concrete walls; I think it’ll survive even a direct bomb hit. There is room for about 10 toys like you, and I hope to fill it up in the next months. So even if someone would guess you could be here, down in that hidden secret bunker no one will find you anyway.

At first I thought I’d grant you a last look to the world outside before getting you ready prepared, but I decided different in-between, as you anyway wont ever see again it does no longer matter, just as time from now on has no more meaning for you. Before we get you out of this chair I’ll sedate you, as I told you that you won’t have any chance of escape anymore, and next time you wake up you’ll already be well taken care of by the computers down in the bunker inside your hull. So speak to you next time we take you out there, whenever that will be.’ With another click it turned silent again and before I even could start getting any clear thoughts about all his words I felt a little peaking in my arm and immediately blacked out.

I woke up, still in darkness, still tubed, still in total silence and again totally immobile, lying on my back horizontally and wondered how much time has passed again – this weekend must be over soon and I sure will ask them to come back as I definitely enjoyed all those heavy bondage times. Even though I still felt my body being encased in rubber, still there was a difference – I wasn’t really sweating at all, on the contrary I felt conveniently dry and a convenient temperature too. I still could feel my ass being once again filled by the catheter, so I still was fed fluids as all the time before. Once again some light tingling around the dick and ass, they still have the tens units going, well, if it is random as before I might expect more heavier shocks sooner or later, but hey – it should end soon anyway. Suddenly rather intense tingling all over my body, various muscles started contracting and releasing, and it continued for quite some time before it stopped again – what the f*** …. They wouldn’t …. They can’t ….. no – this can’t be …. Did he really mean it? Was this mot just a scare-game? Was I really???? My brain started working and working, thousands of thoughts at the same time, but suddenly interrupted by a quite strong shock of the tens units, keeping me focused solely on the pain the caused. I tried getting my thoughts together … what if it wasn’t a joke … Am I really in that bunker now, stored away as he said ?

In my current situation, still stuffed, tied, locked, there is nothing left but to wait anyway, I can just hope that this is a bad dream and not real, I guess time will show, from my feeling the weekend must be almost over so a couple of hours more and I will know, in case I can actually guess how long a couple of hours will be. I kept thinking a lot about all that happened so far and what he said at the end, at least in between all the electro work done to me randomly by the tens units and on my muscles. A lot of time passed already and still no signs of change here – I tried imagining that it actually was true what he told me, that I was right now in that bunker he mentioned, forgotten by everybody until they would want to use me again, day or weeks as he said … Strangely that thought started to make me hard, immediately reminded by the pain in my dick that there is no way to get hard in that prison without pain ….

At the end I complained few weeks ago about not getting enough tied up myself, and now I have been since Friday permanently – how much better could I have gotten it – and thinking about this being really for good – isn’t that what I dreamed of so often? More and more hours passed on and still not the slightest change until suddenly I felt being turned over – no longer being on my back but now being on my front … wasn’t that part of what he told me? I started to believe that it was real and I was really stored away now, all by myself, entertained by the electro plays only until being wanted again … I kept thinking a lot about it and my situation, how things came so far, and the more hours passed, then more relaxed I felt about it and the more I started to like that fact of having received what I had fantasized so often about. Also with all the time having passed by now I was almost sure that the weekend was over already long time ago and that it has to be true, I have been turned into a party object, some toy to play when wanted, a toy to be stored away when no longer needed. And I actually started wondering if there might eventually be some other toy like me already here in this bunker, someone else having the same thoughts, the same fears, wondering himself about all this and yet again I started getting hard … pain again, the tens started again, I felt my ass full again – it just continued keeping me some busy as well – and I thought in a few months I might get used to that chastity and even – who knows – be able to cum inside this prison …. Time will show … and time... yep, that was something I had plenty by now … as he said – time will no longer be important to me …… I started drifting away in all the sensations inside my prison that randomly, but continuously hit me and strange enough started feeling happy about this …

The more I got used to my situation, the more I started liking it, the more relaxed I took my imprisonment; I sure look forward to the next time I’ll be needed for a party …. What else would I do …?