Small Town Part 5

Author: steelbelted
Title: Small Town: Part 5
Date: 17 May 2016

I was loving my predicament. I’m not sure how much time had passed but it didn’t really matter to me. After all, I had started out the day by going for a walk along the Main Street in my small town. Then a chance meeting with a random man because he found my fetish profile on a mobile app lead me to his motorhome and giving his boy a break from the bondage he was in. He gave me the opportunity to try out his boy’s bondage suits and gear and live out my greatest fantasy. I was wearing a heavy steel chastity belt, a layer of sweaty rubber then on top of that was a heavy custom made bondage suit. I was locked in, hooded, booted and just to make sure I couldn’t do anything else, I was securely fettered with a set of heavy manacles with collar attached. The final attachment point was adding a chain to the irons to a bolt on the floor of the motor home next to a sofa.

I had been there, pulling and yanking at those chains for some time. I did love it…but like any good bondage slave, you try to get free from your bonds. That’s what makes it fun. So I kept pulling but those irons were so heavy this grew tiresome very quickly. Plus I was getting hot. The motor home wasn’t running and I was working up a sweat inside of those suits.

The time began to move slowly or at least it seemed to be. Tom and his boy hadn’t returned yet. The fun I had at first was beginning to fade. They said they were going for a walk but didn’t say how long they would be gone for. I didn’t imagine they would be gone this long. But how long had it actually been? It must have been a couple hours already. I had already come to the decision that as much fun as it was to try out all of that gear I was ready for it to be over with and for me to get on with the rest of my day. I would ask Tom to end the fun upon his return to the motor home.

The heat of the suits began to grow. I was sitting on the sofa and no longer pulling on the irons. The collar around my neck was heavy and it was difficult to relax. I couldn’t fully recline onto the sofa in a comfortable way. I was sort of half on and half off of it. But I made the best of the situation and lay down and tried to stay cool and relaxed.

I must have dozed off. I was alarmed by the sound of some movement to the motorhome. I did my best to shuffle up off of the couch and stand. I couldn’t quite see the front of the motorhome where the driver’s seat was. It had to have been Tom who just came in. But why wasn’t he coming back here to check on me? I then felt the motor home start up and begin to move. The abrupt start caused me to fall back and land back onto the sofa. The chains keeping me securely put rattled back and forth. I began to grunt as loudly as I could with the gag and muzzle around my face.

We drove only for a few minutes and I felt the motorhome come to a halt. The engine stopped running and I again did my best to stand given the confinement of the chains. Tom finally came around the corner and approached me. He had a huge smile on his face as he walked up to me and gave his own yank of the chains.

“My boy, you look great. I trust you have enjoyed your predicament? After all, you listed this as your fantasy and ideal living situation on your fetish profile.”

I began to grunt, “Let me out of this gear.” But the gag and muzzle only made it sound like, “MmmmmMMmhhmmmmMmhhhmmrrrr.”

“I trust that you are thanking me for giving you the opportunity to live out your fantasy. I can only assume that’s what you just said.”

“MmmmHmmm”, I begin to mumble…before he interrupts me.

“Stop with the mumbling.” His voice grew aggressive and stern.

“Listen to me. In case you haven’t noticed, my boy, well my former boy is no longer here. I have decided to let him go. We took a long walk around your town and had lunch. He professed his desires and I gave him the opportunity to opt out of his previous contract. The contract stands as a verbal contract. He once took the opportunity to try out the suit you now wear, replacing another boy. But because I rarely gave him the opportunity to speak he wasn’t able to voice his dissatisfaction with the agreement until today. So like he once did, you made that same agreement today by trying on that gear…and I am going to hold you to it until I desire to let you out of that verbal contract. Until then you will sit back and enjoy your fantasy for as long as I desire to allow you to keep it. I have everything I own and need in this motor home. You will travel with me and be my bondage slave for as long as you are needed. I will keep you safe, I will feed you, through your muzzle of course or I will make sure you are so heavily poppered that you won’t care when I take off the muzzle to disagree with me. In fact you would probably beg to be the source of my sexual gratification. The best parts of your outfit are the zippers so you can relief your bodily functions when I allow it and I can pound that hole of yours as I see fit. Yet you will remain fettered and chaste as not to get too much gratification yourself. So, deal with it.”

I was in shock. I made no attempt to argue. Tom then walked up to me and sat me down on the sofa.

“You should probably get some more rest, we have a long drive ahead of us.”