The Apartment part 2 Freds first weekend in bondage

Author: spartan
Title: The Apartment, part 2 (Fred's first weekend in bondage)
Date: 02 October 2012

Being in the same position started causing problems for a few muscles. Fred tried adjusting this position, but couldn’t. He was pretty much stuck in the position he was in. The realization of this again caused his penis to try to get hard, but couldn’t in the chastity. Fred had no trouble breathing. He was used to spending the night with his favorite hood on, breathing through his nose. The only difference was that if any problem occurred, he couldn’t get out and deal with it as he would be able to do when he would do it to himself. But he didn’t expect any problem to occur.

Fred had read advice on the internet to never allow someone to tie you up in your own home. But this was a little different, in that he knew the guy from work, and there was very little in his apartment that was worth taking other than the computer. He wasn’t concerned that there would be a problem of this kind.

For the umpteenth time, Fred tested his bonds to see if he could move and relieve some unhappy muscles, but found that he could not. He was going to have to spend the night as he was until morning. After a few hours of pleasant sensations and thinking about this sudden change in his life, he figured he’d better turn off his brain and get some shut-eye. He finally lapsed into a fitful sleep, one in which he would periodically awaken, not realizing where he was and what his position was, and then after taking stock, would slowly drift off back to sleep again.

It was mid-morning when Fred heard someone at the lock of his front door, and heard the door open. Soon Mr. Jones came in and set some things down. He came over to Fred and stood there for a minute or two. He pulled back the cover and said “Good morning” to Fred. Fred mumbled something in return into his gag, which brought a chuckle from Mr. Jones. He unzipped Fred’s pants and brought out Fred’s chastitied penis.

“I think the first thing is to get this taken care of, but I’ll need the key.”

Mr. Jones put his hand in Fred’s pants pocket and pulled out what looked like the right key. He tried it, it fit, and he was able to remove Fred’s chastity. Fred’s penis almost immediately became hard. Mr. Jones pulled out a condom, which he put on Fred’s penis. He started stroking it, and Fred soon erupted into the condom. Mr. Jones then removed the ropes and strap securing Fred to the bed, undid the Darby ankle cuffs from both ankles and arms, removed the butt plug, removed Fred’s hood, and told Fred to take care of his morning waste removal. Still in his leather shirt and pants, wrists still in Darby cuffs which prevented Fred from removing his tight leather shirt, Fred walked into the bathroom to shit and pee. It was difficult to wipe his butt afterwards, but Fred did the best he could, bending over and reaching under his penis to do so, washed his hands, shaved, washed his face, brushed his teeth, pulled and zipped his pants back up, and returned to the living room.

“Go ahead and fix breakfast. I’ve already eaten.”

“It’s difficult to do all this with these cuffs on. Do they have to stay on?”

“Fred, I thought you liked to be in bondage. You were able to take care of your bathroom needs with them on, and you can fix and eat breakfast with them on, so there’s no need to remove them.”

Fred went ahead and got his breakfast, thinking that since he was not the one who decided what bondage he would be in, but Mr. Jones would, that there could easily be some unpleasantness for him. He was starting to get a little apprehensive about this arrangement.

When he’d finished breakfast and cleaned up the dishes, he returned to the living room. Mr. Jones told him to sit down on the bed, which he did. Mr. Jones put the Darby cuffs back on Fred’s ankles, and unzipped and lowered his pants. He put the butt plug back in, and put the chastity device back on, before raising and zipping his pants again. Then he said that since Fred wanted the Darby cuffs off his wrists, he was going to remove them, which he did.

But he then had Fred roll over onto his stomach, brought his arms behind his back, and put the Darby cuffs back on his wrists. Mr. Jones kept all the keys. He took out a leather strap and put it around Fred’s arms above his elbows, pulling it as tight as he could, bringing Fred’s elbows as close together as he could. He turned Fred around and sat him up facing him. He pulled out a leather penis gag, and strapped it onto Fred. It was similar to the one that Fred had on overnight with his hood, but without blocking Fred’s sight.

Then Mr. Jones had Fred turn sideways so he could unzip and lower the leather shirt part way. Mr. Jones brought out a couple of metal clips with a chain attached and showed them to Fred.

“These are called tit clamps. I’m going to put them on your tits. They will hurt, but also work to enhance your desire to ejaculate. You’ve probably not had anything on your tits before, so I put the gag in your mouth to prevent you making too much noise for the neighbors.”

Fred was apprehensive about this, but he was in no position to resist. When Mr. Jones put the first one on, it sent a wave of pain to his brain and he let out a yell into his gag. Mr. Jones quickly put the second one on, which elicited the same reaction. Mr. Jones sat there patiently waiting for Fred to calm down, and when Fred did, he zipped the leather shirt back up. When the tight shirt started pressing the tit clamps tighter, Fred let out another yell into his gag. Mr. Jones was expecting this, and just ignored it and brought the zipper all the way back up again.

“There. That will start giving you an idea of what you’ll be going through this weekend. You’re going to be having a fun time in bondage, with some pain which will produce pleasure in your penis. And I’m going to enjoy seeing and hearing you go through this.”

Fred started to understand Mr. Jones’ motivation. He was a sadist, and enjoyed inflicting pain to others. Fred wasn’t sure that this was the experience he was hoping to have, but was willing to see what lay ahead.

Later that Saturday, after Fred had been put through some fairly intensive and painful bondage sessions, interrupted only by periodic visits to the bathroom and to fix meals, always with the Darby cuffs on his wrists, Mr. Jones figured it was time for him to head home and for Fred to turn in for the night. Fred still had on his leather shirt and pants, the leather penis gag strapped on, chastity on and butt plug in, tit clamps still on, and hands behind his back in Darby cuffs. Mr. Jones had Fred sit on the bed with the top sheet pulled back and put a leather hood with nose holes only on, pulling the strings tight and locking the neck strap.

Then Mr. Jones put Darby cuffs on both Fred’s ankles and arms above the elbows as he had done last night, only this time Fred’s arms were behind him. He also got a thick leather belt which he strapped tightly over Fred’s chest over the tit clamps. This brought out a fresh wave of pain and yells into the gag from Fred. Mr. Jones had Fred lie down on the bed on his chest and stomach, and tied Fred’s ankles to one end of the bed as he had done the previous evening, only further up the bed. He had Fred stretch up as he had done the previous evening, so that Fred’s nose reached over the end of the mattress. Then he tucked the leather sheet tightly in on the three sides as he had done the previous evening. He looped a choke chain around Fred’s neck a couple of times over the thick neck part of Fred’s leather shirt, pulled it tight and tied it tightly to the front end of the bed, keeping Fred’s head from moving. Then he said “Good night, sleep tight, see you in the morning”, and let himself out of the apartment, locking it behind him.

Fred was in heavy pain from his painful tits, which had been getting a savage going over all day, exacerbated by the leather belt. It would be a long time before Fred would be able to drop off to sleep. His muscles again were acting up from the forced position they were in, but any time Fred would try to move, if he could at all, even moving his arms, it would cause his tits to rub against the leather belt and/or leather sheet, sending a fresh wave of pain into him. So Fred had to learn not to move at all during the night. When he finally was able to drop off to sleep, the first time he involuntarily tried to move in his sleep he woke up from the pain, and took a while to drop off to sleep again.

Mr. Jones knew this would happen, and didn’t come back to Fred’s apartment until about 12 hours had passed, giving Fred some extra time to try to get some rest. When Mr. Jones finally arrived, he first went through the same morning ritual that he had done the previous morning, getting Fred to get his rocks off, and allowing him to clean up as best he could. But this time when he put Fred’s chastity back on and the butt plug back in, he brought out a locking harness which he put on Fred to keep the chastity and butt plug under lock, keeping the key of course. Mr. Jones did not take off the leather belt covering Fred’s tit clamps. Instead, after re-strapping the leather penis gag back into Fred, he tied a 5-pound weight to the back of the belt, which set off another wave of pain and yelling into the gag. This started another day of bondage and pain for Fred.

Fred got to experience hog-ties, suspension while upright, while parallel, and while upside down, using the overhead rafter in the apartment. He got to experience a number of different positions he hadn’t even thought of, always while in his tight leather shirt and pants with the tit clamps, chastity, butt plug and belt over the tit clamps with weight attached. Mr. Jones revealed quite an assortment of bondage positions for Fred to experience. With the usual periodic bathroom breaks and meal breaks, eventually the day came to an end with the work day looming ahead. Fred expected to be let out of his bondage to prepare for work. But Mr. Jones had noticed that Fred had some work clothes at the apartment, so he put Fred back into the same bondage position in bed that he’d put him in the previous evening. Before leaving, he told Fred that he’d be by earlier in the morning to let Fred out to clean up and get ready to go to work. With that, he again left Fred’s apartment, locking it behind him.

Fred was not expecting to be kept in bondage on Sunday night before work. He wasn’t too pleased about this. In the position he was in, it would be difficult to get a decent night’s sleep and be prepared for work. He tried his best to take his mind off his bondage, but it wasn’t possible to sleep for any length of time before he would awaken from the pain. Finally Mr. Jones opened the door and let Fred out. He took off the limb restraints to allow Fred to remove his clothes. He also finally took off the tit clamps, which brought out a bellow from Fred. But he would not remove the belt covering the butt plug and chastity, saying that from now on, Fred would have to take care of those chores at work, after Mr. Jones would meet him in the bathroom to allow him to clean up before re-applying these items. Fred wasn’t happy about this turn of events, but he was pressed for time and couldn’t stay and argue. Mr. Jones left for work, having gotten his car on Saturday, and Fred had to hurry to avoid being late. He was getting concerned about the control Mr. Jones was starting to have over his life.

(to be continued)