Rolling the dices

Author: eckie
Title: Rolling the dices
Date: 15 April 2006

I met this boy on one of those fetish sites. His comments to stories and pictures, his own profile and images and a few of his own written tales indicated that he had just the same wicked twisted vicious mind work as I had, so he definitely was an interesting guy. So we started talking more and more often, finding out that we sure could be an interesting match in those things, but as so often he was of course living in a totally different corner of this planet. I did however find out that he was a slave, unowned and in need of a master - as fortunately I was seeking for a property to own at that time as well, so I started talking to him about it. We found out that we agreed in more than just those vicious play ideas and finally came to the conclusion that it would be the right thing for me to claim him as my new permanent property.

He still had to finish his studies, but anyway wanted to move abroad after that and what better could happen than knowing that he already found his new place once he had finished. We continued out regular chats, mails and video chats, and the more we talked the more certain it was that it was the right thing.

Finally his studied were finished and the weekend after he took his plane, a one way trip to his new home. I picked him up at the airport, and right there I already placed his chain around his neck, a heavy large padlock making sure it will stay there for good. I also handed him then the only key for that padlock, telling him as we talked before, than once he removed that chain, he would be free to leave, but I hoped that it would never happen. But as long as he was wearing that chain it was my rules he had to live by, no if, no but, no discussions, just obedience and service as I would demand. His big smile told me he was as happy about that chain as I was placing it there, and he thanked me for it, telling me that he had no indication of ever removing it. Then he stood - as he knew I like it - hands on his back and head bowed before me and waited, waited for my sign to get going. It told him to follow me and stared walking towards the exit and then towards the taxi stands outside. While waiting for the next cab he asked me if he was allowed to show me how much he wanted end enjoyed his new status, I was curious and agreed, then he showed me the key for his neck chain, walked over to the nearest waste bin and threw it inside, then came back and stood again in front of me.

I was certainly surprised about that, knowing it is the only key to that lock and then raised his chin, looking into his eyes and told him that without that key it meant that he was doomed to remain my property for good now. Again with a stunning smile on his face he replied "Yes, Sir, that is what I want and I hope it makes You as happy as it makes me". Now what could one say to that, not much, so I hugged my new boy and gave him a long wet kiss right there. The taxi arrived and he opened the door for me to get in and then stuffed his luggage into the boot of the taxi. He sat in the back of the cab then and I directed the driver to my home.

As soon as we were inside my house, my boy went on his knees, hands on the back, head bowed and waited - he really remembered everything we had talked about and how I liked to see my boy behave, I myself now had a huge smile on my face, knowing that the two of us will have a great future ahead together. I told him then to follow me and went inside my living room, sitting down on my usual chair; he immediately knelt down in front of me as before. I could not help to keep smiling and I am sure he knew how happy I was about having him finally with me. I placed one of my boots on his thigh and told him to take off my boots; he quickly unlaced those 20holes and placed both then neatly outside in the entrance hall with the other boots.

I told him then to strip and he immediately did, while I was getting his future house uniform, unless told anything different it was what he had to wear at all times when not at work. When I got back with all items he already knelt there again as before, only this time butt naked. I told him to stand up and bend forward, using his hands to spread his ass cheeks. I lubed up a small plug and shoved it up his ass, it was not too small but also not too big, ideal for permanent wearing, and a slight moaning out of his mouth told me he actually liked it. I told him then to stand straight and turn towards me. I then added a cb3000 to his cock, once applied - which took some time since he got semi hard during the procedure - I locked it and said it would do for now, within short time we would order a steel belt with plug included to lock on in future, but at the moment these items will do just as fine. I attached the key to the cb3000 to his neck chain, but he knew he was to use it only in emergencies, for the rest it was taboo to use the key at all.

Then I handed him a rubber suit with short sleeves and legs, a zip from the collar through crotch to the back made it easy to get inside, it was a special made suit from much thicker rubber, in order to prevent any damage from the cb and lock. Once he zipped it up I could see his dick trying to strain against the cockcage and a slight moan confirmed he was getting hard, but there was no go for that anymore. Next I gave him a plain olive colored army overall to put on, I had bought one his size and it looked great on him. Since he would wear that most of the time, I also made sure I had for the cold seasons a thick inlay with it, I would not want him to get sick those times and freezing his cute ass off. But for now it was not needed. Then I gave him a pair of black long tube socks to put on before giving him his own pair of 20holes rangers back to put on again. Last I added a set of leather ankle restraints around his boots, a set of leather wrist restraints and a 2 inch leather collar to him. I could have padlocked those, but he knew he was not to remove anything I put on him ever unless I tell him to, and I knew he was eager to comply. A matching army belt around his waist completed everything,

He immediately assumed his position again and I could see his smile even with his bowed head. I told him that this was his permanent outfit at all times when he was not going to his job or times when I would order some different outfit to him. He replied with a short 'thank you, Sir' and I knew that he loved it.

Then I told him to get up and put my new stuff into the closet - yes I said 'my' new stuff, since we agreed that once he was my property nothing would ever be his again, he was property and no longer owned any property himself. Without delay he got up and followed me, carrying his luggage upstairs, I showed him one of the closets which were almost empty and he immediately started unpacking and placing everything neatly inside. I left him there and went back downstairs and sat on my computer, checking emails.

Half an hour later he came back to me and knelt down next to me, waiting silently. I looked at him and smiled again, he really took in everything we had talked about and followed it all to the letter. I had told him that I’d expect a slave to report back from any done task like that, kneel down and wait for further orders. I was not finished with my emails yet, so I told him to go around the house and explore everything, what is where and of course finding out what needs to be done as well. I told him to look inside very closet and cupboard, make himself familiar with everything there was - at the end it was from now on his new home and he should know everything.

A short 'yes, Sir' and he got up and around the house. I could hear all sorts of doors and drawers being opened and closed and knew he would take in all the whereabouts of everything in the house now. It took another half hour before he came back and took his place again. It was by then almost dinnertime, so I told him to get started on it - without delay he went towards the kitchen and I could hear him work around there, knowing he would find some dinner to make and serve. After some time I could start smelling the food, and it smelled good, he told me he was a fair cook, but me being an all-eater it was not the quality of the dinner, but the boy making and serving it that made it an excellent dinner anyway. It was 40 minutes later when he appeared again, kneeling next to me. Telling me that dinner was ready. I stroke his head and got up, him following me into the living room. A perfectly prepared dinner table, even a candle burning there, a bottle wine open, my plate on the top end of the table at my usual chair and another plate on the side. I sat down and he immediately filled the plate with various foods and salads, then standing next to the table waiting until I told him to sit down. Only then he started filling his own plate and we had a delicious dinner with wine. We chatted a little about his first impression on his new home and his constant smile confirmed that he was happy, happy about his new home and his new place.

Once finished - without telling he cleared the table and cleaned everything up, while I sat on the couch and switched on the TV. Once he finished he came back and assumed position as always before. I told him then that he had seen the house, and realized it needed a serious cleaning, but that would be his task for the whole next day, then I told him to get up and sit next to me on the couch, he refilled out both wineglasses and we watched the current movie, while he cuddled into my arm, half laying on my chest - I could feel how comfortable he was there.

There was not much talk needed, we both just enjoyed to be there on the couch like that and watching the movies. Shortly after midnight I told him it was bedtime, to get out of his boots and the overall but keep the rest, use the bathroom and then come to bed. I was already in bed when he cam, kneeling next to it waiting for my sign to get in, the=n he laid next to me, immediately cuddling up with me in my arms and again I could see his smile and feel how much he enjoyed himself there. It was a long day for him and he fell a sleep after only a few minutes, but I was still awake and looked at my boy there in my arms, happy as much as my boy was, knowing I had hit the jackpot with this boy of mine, and hoped he would think just the same.

I woke up from the smell of coffee and when I opened my eyes I saw my boy kneel next to the bed, a large cup of coffee on the cupboard next to the bed. I am not a morning person, but that view just woke me up immediately and I had to smile again and aside of that I had a raging hard on, the usual morning hard on... I told him to get under the blanket and take care of it while I sipped my coffee, which he immediately did. It was the first time I was to feel his mouth work on my body and I had a hard time not to spill the coffee, he was really giving his best to work on my dick and balls. The good thing on a morning hard on is that it is not too sensitive, so the boy could work on it for a very long time before I got closer to the climax, but he did not stop a second before I was finally shooting my load into his throat. We had agreed long time before in the chats that there would only be safe sex with anyone and regular checks in-between, so we could be sure that we were safe on this then once w were together, and no other than the two of us together would ever exchange any body fluids.

I told him then to get the shower running for me, pick out some clothes for me for the day and then start his task of the day - the housecleaning, which would - given the sate of it at the moment - take up all day for sure. He knew he could choose clothes for me as he would want to see me in, unless I had duties that required certain attire. So when I came out of the shower and back to the sleeping room, I found a set lay neatly on the bed. It was a rubber short and a rubber t-shirt, a black one-piece bike suit and a pair of 20hiole rangers. I knew that bike suit from his pictures - it was his own favorite and i was happy to see that he considered it no longer his but wanted to see me in it today. I put on the rubber and the bike suit, but before getting into the boots I called my boy up here. He immediately came and knelt in front of me, and I did not even have to say anything but he took the first boot and held it for me to get inside. He then laced it up proper and once finished waiting there again. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing that he also looked at me and once again had this huge smile on his face. He definitely liked what he saw.

We had set out the basic rules in the times before while chatting, he was to take care of any of my daily needs, wait on me hand and foot, take care of the household, but besides that, we had to find a job for him and he would as well build his own social life, not interfering with his tasks as my slave, yet also not being removed from life completely. Additionally since we knew we both had vicious minds about treatments of others, we would play games for it, games we talked about and both would certainly enjoy, but that was for later, right now he was to continue his today’s task in the house. I told him to get me another coffee while I was to chat and browse a bit on my computer. He brought me the new cup of coffee and then immediately returned to his task. I knew he would be busy all day and had no plans for the day other than spending it lazy on either the pc or the TV. I was sure overdressed for just that, but my boy obviously had chosen it because he enjoyed me like that, and who was I to deny such pleasure to a good boy like him.

Shortly after non he returned to me kneeling down and asking if I was hungry for some munch and I told him to get some small lunch prepared for us - just a salad and a few sandwiches were fine for that, after wards he immediately continued in the house. During afternoon he regularly checked on me if I needed some drink or coffee but for the rest he kept working on his task. Late afternoon, after he finally finished he knelt again next to me waiting, but I was in a chat with some friends then and just kept him there, told him to sit and took his head on my thigh, one had stroking his head occasionally and he wrapped his arms around my leathered leg. He stayed there, partially eyes closed and smiling all time, he felt comfortable there as I felt comfortable with him as well.

I decided to go out for dinner that evening, so when it was dinnertime I told him to get himself one of my bomber jackets (yes, no longer his now) and an additional leatherjacket for me; we were already dressed proper to go out. We left then to the center of the town and I chose a nice small restaurant I enjoyed often. Inside he again waited for my sign to sit down; he really had his rules in his heart, no need to correct him in any of them. I chose dinner for the both of us - another rule we had, decisions were to be made by his owner, not by him, but I allowed him to make suggestions whenever needed, so input from my boy was just as much appreciated as it was sure needed in many occasions. We had a good long dinner and talked about his day, if he had imagined it to be as it is and he agreed to find everything in his new situation just as he hoped it to be. And I am sure other people watching us smile as much as we did all evening could see that we both were happy with each other.

After dinner I wanted to take my boy to my favorite bars, so we went to the first, he got two beers from the bar and we stood there, watching a few of the people around and talking about the bar and the other bars I usually enjoyed, when a few friends came in I introduced them to each other, my friends were now to become my boys friends as well, and also I allowed him to stray around in the bar, checking the facility and also talking to others, he made his first new friend there that night, since I saw him talk a lot to one guy he bumped into when going to quick around a corner. But he always checked over with me if I wanted him back with me during his chat, and by his pointing over to me a few times he probably told that other guy about him and me. We went to two other bars that evening, him exploring the locations but never leaving me out of sight for long, making sure I had my drink and when he was not straying in the bar, he stood proper next to me and we chatted. He met several new people, well, his looks made it sure easy to get to know new people and his personality jut adds to it.

Later in the night it was time to go back home, so we did, and after he got my boots off and undressed me I went to the shower, telling him to do the same but be back in his rubbers for sleeping. We both fell a sleep quickly this time, again him cuddling up in my arms, enjoying the comfort of them.

I usually wake up easily when someone else gets up from my bed, but he again managed to have me wake up only from the smell of the coffee, so he again was kneeling there as the morning before dressed proper already and having my coffee there and again he took well care of my morning hard on then. During my shower he again laid out my clothes, this time a polo shirt, army pants and some army boots. The day we went out to town, wandering around, me showing him the one or other part of the city, again lots chatting, had a short lunch in a small restaurant, a drink later in a street café, just an ordinary tour around the city. At dinnertime we went home and he again prepared it, and since I had to work the next day we spent the evening at home with some TV.

The next morning he again woke me up with coffee and took care of my hard on. So far that was all pleasures he received, but he knew it would not be too much of his own pleasures; he would remain plugged and chastised most of the time. Keeping a slave horny enhances his submissiveness as I tend to say. Since I had to work he laid out some t-shirt, sweatshirt and jeans for me, again to my surprise one piece that used to be his, he seemed to enjoy me to wear some of his every day. I told him that during day he would have to register now at the city government, and register to various job agencies, so basically spend his days in the city looking for a job. For that I ordered him to keep the rubber, but take off the restraints, wear a jeans and gave him one of my own sweatshirts then , but still keep also his 20holes on.

The week went with him spending the days in town on job search while I was at work, but whenever I got home from work I found him kneel in the entrance hall, ready to take off my boots and having a coffee ready waiting for me. Also he kept the house in perfect order at all times, so basically - all a master can wish for wrapped up in one perfect slave boy I had there.

The end of the second week when I came home, he again waited there in the entrance hall for my return, but once I sat on my chair with my coffee he had to tell me the good news, he found a job, starting the week after, and it was a daytime job like mine, so he would get out and back to the house with me every day. That was indeed good news and I gave my boy a great hug again, things really settled proper more and more by the day. That evening we went out for dinner again, celebrating the boys’ new job.

Weekends we went out to worn often, but also some evenings just stayed in watching a movie. The boy made friends which he occasionally invited or went out with them, but always making sure it is approved by me before hands. He also did not have any problems up keeping his proper behave when the visited, he told them about us and our arrangements, so it never interfered with anything. I got to meet a few new friends by that as well, since my boys friends are mine as well.

A few weeks went ahead and this weekend I was to introduce one of the games we had talked about in our chats. I called my boy and told him that - if he wins this time - he was allowed his first time to cum since he had arrived at my place, if he looses however, he was to remain without relief.

The game was simple, a few dices were needed and a few rules what will happen based on the results of rolling the dices. At first I wanted to roll one dice to determine who will be victim of the treatment and then let the dices determine the rest, but I thought it would be much more interesting to first find the treatments and then see who is receiving it. I also enjoy being victim of some of the games a lot; since we both know that it was about to be decided who will do what with whom. The rules were: roll two dices, the amount of points determines the duration in days. Double numbers will be months instead of days, so if one is unlucky, a double 6 will make it 12 months, but in case of a double 6 the looser is allowed to roll again, any other double will add in months, any other combinations will convert 12 months into 12 weeks and add the new rolled number in weeks to it.

Next to roll was one dice, even number: the victim may cum during the treatment, odd meant no cumming at all throughout that duration.

Another dice to roll determined at leas one piece to be worn permanent throughout the duration, 1=full rubber suit, 2=full leather suit 3=plug, 4=chastity, 5=hood and gag, 6=all of it together

The last rolling of one dice would determine the victim: odd=my boy will be the victim, even=I would be my boys’ victim.

The victim however would not have any say at all in anything during the time lost. The winner can do whatever he pleases or not with the looser, no veto possible.

It sure will be interesting to have my boy winning and get total control over me, yet still knowing he is my slave even during and after that.

We started rolling the dices - I allowed my boy to do the rolling. The two dices displayed a 3 and a 4, so a total of 7 days it will be. The next one he rolled showed a 5, so no cumming for those 7 days. One more rolling one dice showed a 5 - so the hood and gag it will be for 7 days. Not too bad we both said, and now the one determining the victim, my boy was a bit tensed but rolled it - a 3 - he will be the victim.

Without delay I told him to get a gag and the full leather hood with pin holed eyes and as soon as he came back I placed the hood on him, padlocked it on the back and strapped the gag on him as well. That was to be worn now the next 7 days permanent, permanent meaning: of course the gag is removed for eat/drink and of course it will not be on when he goes to work, but at all other times it stays locked on.

So no chatting around, no going out, no meeting friends, nothing of that, and of course I would plan whatever I find in order to treat him nicely in those 7 days.

First was to get him sweating, it was weekend so he had to clean the house top to bottom again as every weekend. Just this time in hardened conditions. I told him to take off the army overall and instead put on the one piece leather bike suit. On top of that I added the thick wool inlay of the army overall before the overall went back on again. I did on purpose not take off the chastity, sine he was not to cum anyway those 7 days again. Next I added a very high posture collar and padlocked it, his head was no longer freely moving. Now I added a full head covering gasmask over the leather hood, one of those British M10 with attached hood. Only now he was to take off his boots, which got him sweating already. Now I took an army gas protection suit, one without a hood attached but with seals at the neck and wrists and attached rubber boots. Then I took some heavy thick rubber gloves that reach up to his armpits. But not yet being enough I added a second protection suit on top of all, that one had no attached boots or gloves, but a sealing hood that perfectly closed off with the gasmask. He was now perfectly sealed in several layers and for sure getting hot inside. Yet I decided too much comfort is not good for his task, so I started using chains to form a harness on his body, with each chain padlocked it will make it impossible to get anything off and as well restrict any body movement more and more. Also I added a set of leg shackles over the rubber boots with only one feet of chain connecting them; large steps would also not be possible anymore. His hands were placed in shackles as well with again a one feet chain connecting them and that chain then was connected with another 2 feet chain to an additional collar locked around his already collared neck.

He was breathing more heavy already - I knew it was getting warm inside and the tightness of all chains on his body made moving difficult. Then I told him it was time to do his task, the housecleaning - and in his hardened condition it would certainly this time take longer than usual, so I told him he would not get out of this before it is perfectly done (which I calculated would sure take until late in the night). He did (could not) complain of course and started to get to work, slowly shoveling himself into the kitchen and grabbing tools needed. I myself got down on the couch to relax some more, listening to the noises of his chains while doing his task. It would be a hard day for him, but well... he lost, so he has no choice anyway.

It was as I thought late in the evening when he finally returned and knelt down next to me. I had spent the day with being nothing but lazy, interrupted by him getting me food and drinks, he himself was not getting anything before he was finished with his task. By now I knew he was thirsty, hungry and most likely extremely exhausted, I could hear him breath heavy which confirmed that.

I removed the outer collar, the hood from the suit, the gasmask and the gag and told him to get himself lots to drink and food as well. I watched him get some sandwiches done and eat them and he drank at least two liters of water during that as well - I guess he did not know that whatever he drinks will stay inside his outfit... I had no plans of taking him out yet. When he came back I told him to take another at least two liters of water since he would not get any other before the next morning. He looked at me surprised but did not tell anything but instead got on drinking as I told him. By now his bladder must be bursting, and I was right he needed to have a piss quite urgent, but I did not make any attempt to release anything and instead told him, the only place it can go is inside his clothes. It sure took a few minutes more where he just was kneeling there but I could see some relief in his face (what was to see at least with the hood on), knowing he was pissing himself right now. I left him there another 10 minutes before ordering him another two liters of water. He took them in and I then placed the gag, gasmask and hood back on him, but removed the chain between his wrists.

I then produced an x-large straitjacket and put it on him, the x-large was just large enough with all his layers to be still pretty tight once I had fastened all straps and buckled it all up. It is one of those original Posey jackets, so the collar is pretty wide actually, which made the chain harness he had locked on still visible and available at the shoulders. With the many thick layers he had on I knew the chains would not cut into his flesh, not even if I was doing what I had planned now. His task for the day was done and I had no further use for him, so he was to be prepared for the rest of the evening and night.

I led him upstairs in the sleeping room, where I had a built-in small closet which I kept empty, but had prepared for such occasions. Inside several hooks all over in the walls and on top an electric winch with a 3 foot spreader bar connected. I stood him inside that closet and lowered the bar on the winch just above his head. From that bar I fastened short chains to the ones visible on top of his shoulders and then lifted him up as far as the winch allowed. He was moaning into his gag, but it was clearly a pleasurable moan, not a painful one. One up there I attached his ankles to hooks on the sidewalls of the closet, added straps also over knees attaching them to the side walls, and also his waist received a strap which was attached to the side and back of the closet. Then I wished him a good night and closed the door - he was to stay there until the next morning.

I checked my emails and after I was finished went to bed as well, the door of the closet in front of me made me hard, knowing what was hidden inside, and the boy should have taken care of that hard on, but at the moment he was a bit 'tied up' so I had to take care myself of it.

I had a great sleep, but was absolutely sure the boy would have a hard time inside that closet. When I woke up I though I would get my shower and then a coffee first, leaving the boy where he was, he would sure not run anywhere. I had a small breakfast and read some newspaper and after 2 hours I though it is time to check on the boy.

When I opened the door he immediately reacted, trying to move and struggle with little movement showing though. I asked smiling if his night was an s good as mine but he just tried shacking his head - with little success again. I told him it was time to get off the hook there, so started undoing all the straps and loosening him on the floor again. Once I was sure he had a good stand on his own I removed the top bar from his shoulders and led him out of the closet, you could hear it squashing inside his boots, he sure was wet all over from sweat but also the many liters of piss he must have inside by now.

I undid the straitjacket and all chains and restraints on the outer layer. I told him to go to the bathroom and get out of the two protection suits, gasmask, and army overall, inlay and take off the posture collar, the rest was to stay on. I watched him take it all off and exhausted as he was it was not an easy task, and of course everything inside was totally soaked in sweat and piss. Also the still remaining leather bike suit was pretty wet of his sweat and piss, but he was not to take that off before Monday morning when he needed to go to work. I told him to put on some crotch high black waders now and then removed his gag. He was allowed to get some breakfast and as much to drink as he needed. I pointed him towards the corner of the kitchen where he was to stay the next two hours, allowed to eat/drink as he felt, but remain kneeling there and get some strength back.

|I continued some stuff on the computer and after two hours went back to the kitchen where I found him kneeling proper in his designated corner. I hadn't taken care of my morning hard on this morning so was still pretty horny, and the sight of him there in his soaked leathers brought my dick to live immediately again, so I decided to have him take care of it. I was still in my boxers so sat down on the chair in the living room and called him over after having pulled down the boxers and my dick pointing up hungry for attention. He did not show any signs of his exhaustion while working on it eagerly and it did not take long before I shot my load down his throat, just to immediately then place the gag back on him.

It was a nice warm day and I still had some work on my computer planned, so I thought I would use my laptop and sit outside on the little terrace I had. It was shielded from curious viewers, so it would not be a problem to have my boy out there with me. Additionally he was of course strongly smelling of all the piss his leathers were soaked in, so the fresh air outside would do nicely.

I left him kneel there and got some straps and restraints from the basement then told him to get out there with me. I had him be on all fours at one end of the terrace. I attached wrist restraints to him which then wee anchored to some hooks in the wooden floor of the terrace. Then I used some straps below his knees to fix those to hooks in the floor as well, and last added straps to his ankles for secure them there also, he was no longer able to move away from that spot. I used the rings on a collar then to fix his neck to the left and right so he would not lower his upper body either. He was now ready to be used as table for my laptop. I placed a chair in front of his head and then got my laptop out - placing it on his shoulders for me to start working. I sat now with his head just between my legs near my crotch and was able to work on the laptop, the next two hours he would stay there as such table.

After the laptops battery was running out I decided to get back inside, but since I had not direct use for the boy thought I leave him out there. I removed his current restraints and then told him to lay on his back on the terrace floor. I had prepared it with many hooks all over, so it was no problem to have him slightly spread-eagled immobilized there on the floor with plenty of straps, but to make it more definite I then went inside to get some metal restraints I had prepared for just such an occasion. Each of them was half round bent metal strap, about 2 inch wide and at the ends bent strait with a hole inside to use a screw to fix it to a wall or floor. They all had different sizes, so they fit on neck, ankles, wrists, thighs, a large one for the waist and one of the chests as well, using my electric drill I quickly added all those metal straps on my boy’s body, not making it impossible for even the strongest man to get loose. It took jut 15 minutes and the boy was made part of the terrace floor and he was to spend the day there. The sun was shining nicely and the black of his leathers would sure warm up nicely as well. I gave him another two liters of water and then strapped the gag back in, I would repeat that two more times through the day, but that was about all action he would experience out there alone.

I did my stuff on the computer as I planned but as it is usually, time runs and when I was finished it was already after 21.00, so I thought time to get the boy inside again and have him do the dinner. It took another 15 minutes to get all the straps removed and another 10 before the boy was able to get up, he was exhausted even from just laying there, but immobile and sweating in the sun can exhaust just as much as hard work.

When dinner was done and everything cleaned up I got the boy to me again and this time just added a suspension harness to his current outfit - he was again to spend the night in the closet - just with less layers on. It was again a good night for me, but probably again not for him. I set my alarm earlier than usual in order to get the boy out of his nightly prison and give him time to recover and shower and get clean for work. He looked exhausted of course when I took off the gag and hood in the morning but he smiled ... again a sign to me that he was a happy boy....

The week went with him spending in various positions, used as chair, as table, just as room decoration, always hooded and gagged, and most times in the leather bike suit as well since I liked the looks of him in it, sure not a lot of actions for him and no talking, no playing for him either all week.

When the 7th day was over I removed the gag and the hood and told him - you've done well, your time is over, and he has a really relieved expression on his face, together with the big smile again he always seemed to show whenever I looked into his face. We talked a while about it and he told me it was a hard time, since in such positions he was time runs very slowly, especially the sleeping suspended was a problem at first, yet the last two nights he actually slept quite well like that. He also told me that most of the time his biggest problem was his dick in his cb3000, straining to get attention but no go ... so at the end he had enjoyed the days, no matter how hard it was to just be used like that.

Two more weeks went with the usual daily routines, before we decided to let the dices roll again. Again I said I let the boy roll them. It was Friday evening ... the dices made their decision....

Only that much: the last one was an even number.... and I could see the smile of my boy turn into a very vicious grin ... he only said one thing: payback time....