The Apartment part 3 Mr Jones takes control

Author: spartan
Title: The Apartment, part 3 (Mr. Jones takes control)
Date: 03 October 2012

When the next Friday came, Mr. Jones told Fred that he would be by to give him his weekend of bondage fun in a couple of hours. Fred told him that he was not too pleased at the control that Mr. Jones was having over his life. Mr. Jones replied that this was part of the lifestyle, that if he wanted to enjoy being in bondage, being put into it by another person, and obviously he did, then he was going to have to accept giving up control. Fred could see the logic in this, and said he would expect Mr. Jones in two hours. Mr. Jones told Fred to put on the tit clamps and the leather pants, but to leave off the leather top for the time being. Fred complied, and was suitably attired when Mr. Jones arrived.

The first things Mr. Jones did on arriving were to put the Darby cuffs on Fred’s wrists in front of him, and to strap on the leather penis gag. Then he attached a rope to the cuffs, and looped it over an overhead rafter in the apartment, pulling and securing the rope until Fred’s wrists were high above him and he was standing on the front halves of his feet. Mr. Jones put Fred’s ankles in Darby cuffs. Then Mr. Jones pulled out a leather whip and a cane from the bag he’d brought. On seeing these, Fred started pleading into his gag and shaking his head back and forth. Mr. Jones just got a big smile on his face and started preparing to begin.

By the time Mr. Jones had finished, Fred had some nasty lashes and welts, some of which were bleeding. Mr. Jones got some iodine and treated them. Fred had been yelling into his gag during this whole time. When Mr. Jones finished, he told Fred that from now on every day would begin this way before doing his cleaning up and feeding. Then he released the rope to let Fred back down and removed Fred’s hands from the Darby cuffs, telling him to put on his tight leather top. This pressed in on the wounds on his back, bringing forth another wave of yelling into Fred’s leather penis gag. Finally back on, Mr. Jones brought Fred’s hands behind his back and put the Darby cuffs back on. Then he strapped the leather belt tightly over Fred’s tit clamps, and also over a couple of the nasty back wounds. Fred noticed these as well, and reacted accordingly.

Mr. Jones then had Fred sit down on the bed again, added a leather hood with nose holes only, put the Darby cuffs on Fred’s ankles and arms above the elbows, and also added leather belts around Fred’s legs both above and below the knees. He tied Fred to the bed as he’d done the previous Saturday and Sunday nights before pulling the top leather sheet over and tucking it in. But this time he added some sand bags that he’d brought up to Fred’s apartment, placing them on top of the back wounds he’d just inflicted on Fred. Then, as usual, he wished Fred “Good night, sleep tight, see you in the morning” and let himself out of Fred’s apartment, locking it behind him.

Fred was in further agony, more than the previous weekend. He tried shifting to get the weights off, but that only succeeded in causing more pain in his back and tits. He finally resigned himself to the position he was in and tried to get some sleep. He succeeded in only getting a few fitful bits.

When Mr. Jones returned the next morning he again had a few “toys” with him. He went up to Fred and removed his hood and gag, saying first that he wanted to try something different before he released him, and it required a different gag. Fred was still sleepy. Mr. Jones strapped a metal gag on Fred which had a hole in the front, which kept Fred’s mouth open and teeth apart. When in place Mr. Jones removed his clothes revealing a rock hard boner which he put in Fred’s mouth through the hole in the gag. Fred wasn’t expecting this, and Mr. Jones had to hold Fred’s head still. With the movement of Fred’s head, Fred started experiencing new waves of pain. Mr. Jones calmly told Fred to keep his head still to avoid further pain. He told Fred to suck, which Fred refused to do. Mr. Jones calmly said that they would remain there until Fred did as he was told, and if necessary Mr. Jones would start sending waves of pain into Fred until he did. Fred thought about this, and started sucking Mr. Jones. Finally Mr. Jones ejaculated into Fred’s mouth. Fred didn’t want to swallow the cum, but Mr. Jones expected this, and as he was removing his penis, he quickly put a strip of duct tape over Fred’s mouth. Fred had no choice but to swallow Mr. Jones’ cum.

As Mr. Jones was releasing Fred from the bed, he told him that this was now going to be a regular daily occurrence. Fred was shaking his head back and forth determinedly, and Mr. Jones, on noticing this, said,

“Fred, you still don’t get it. What you want is of no importance now. I’m the one who will be making the decisions, and you have no choice but to go along with them.”

This surprised Fred a bit, and started him thinking. He realized that Mr. Jones had a very good point, that he was no longer in a position to object to anything that Mr. Jones wanted him to do. He started waiting for Mr. Jones to remove the Darby cuffs from his wrists, thinking about what he could do to overpower Mr. Jones and put an end to this. As if in anticipation of what Fred was thinking, Mr. Jones told Fred that he was now going to leave the Darby cuffs on behind his back, and he, Mr. Jones, would now be cleaning Fred and cooking and feeding him. Mr. Jones noticed Fred’s reaction to this, which confirmed his suspicions of what Fred had been planning.

But first it was time for the daily beating. This time, the rope was tied around the cuffs behind Fred’s back and his wrists were pulled up strappado-style. This was quite painful for Fred’s shoulders, and he was soon yelling into his gag both from the beating and the strappado. After the beating was finished, Mr. Jones said,

“Fred, I was noticing some disobedience from you. Because of this, I have chosen not to jack you off this morning. In addition, I have a couple of little devices here that I will put you in whenever I feel that you need to be punished.”

With that, he went over to the bag of “toys” he’d brought. He first took out a little plastic item, and went over to the refrigerator to get an ice cube. He brought it over to Fred and took off Fred’s chastity. After rubbing Fred’s penis with the ice cube to soften it, he put the plastic device onto Fred’s penis. Mr. Jones said,

“This is called the ‘punisher’. It has spikes inside, and when you try to get hard the spikes will dig into your penis, punishing you.”

Then Mr. Jones went back over to the bag and pulled out some rope. It had a noose at one end, and he threw it over the overhead rafter. He put it around Fred’s neck, much to Fred’s dismay, and pulled the noose tight. After bringing the strappado rope down, Mr. Jones pulled the other end of the noose rope up until Fred was again up on the front halves of his feet. Fred was noticeably shaking. He was also trying to get hard, but couldn’t. The punisher was doing its job, and Fred was again yelling into his gag, this time with the pain from the punisher. Mr. Jones stood there smiling at seeing and hearing what he was putting Fred through. Then Mr. Jones got some salt and started working it in to Fred’s wounds before applying the iodine. More pain, more yelling, this time from the salt in the wounds.

Fred was in misery. He had always had a fixation about being hung by his neck by a noose, and now he was experiencing it, although not off his feet. But all the pain he was experiencing was preventing him from thinking about the noosing. His enjoyment about being put into bondage had turned into a nightmare. It had all become too much. Fred’s spirit of resistance had been beaten, and he was now ready to obey every command that Mr. Jones gave him. Mr. Jones could see the change in Fred’s spirit. In the beginning of the second weekend he had taken control of Fred. He was thinking that Fred was too easy of a conquest. But he still had some more changes to make in Fred.

Mr. Jones lowered Fred down. He removed the punisher and reapplied the chastity, but left the noose hanging there as a reminder before doing the daily cleaning and fixing breakfast. At the end of the second weekend of fun for Mr. Jones at Fred’s expense, after Mr. Jones had gotten his rocks off in Fred’s mouth and Fred willingly swallowed all the cum without any duct tape needed, Mr. Jones told Fred that he was going to have to keep the tit clamps on permanently under his work clothes. Fred just nodded bleakly. But Mr. Jones said he’d brought along some special white t-shirts to replace the cotton ones that he wore under his work shirt so that the tit clamps wouldn’t show. These ones were thicker, made of neoprene. When he put one on, Fred noticed that it pressed in on the tit clamps, adding to the pain.

At work later that day, Mr. Jones came up to Fred, laid his hand on Fred’s back in friendly fashion, which produced a noticeable wince from Fred, and said, “I think it’s time you gave up your Glendale apartment and moved in full time to the West Hollywood apartment. That way I can properly service you every evening and morning. I want you to do that tonight. I’ve got a storage unit we can put your non-essential belongings in. I will go with you to help you move everything.” Fred just quietly said, “Yes, sir.”

That evening Fred told the manager at his Glendale apartment that he was leaving, and the two moved all of Fred’s belongings to the storage unit with some work clothes to the West Hollywood apartment. It took a few trips, but they were finished by the night time. Mr. Jones kept the key to the unit. Mr. Jones then put Fred into his usual bondage and into his bed. That began a daily routine at evening and morning, with Mr. Jones getting his rocks off and Fred experiencing bondage and being beaten, but then both getting ready for work and leaving together. Fred’s chastity remained on, and his butt plug only came out for the morning dump before being reinserted and the harness keeping it in place re-locked.

Fred was beginning to settle into his new life, and was beginning to enjoy his bondage again. After a couple of weeks, one night on the way home from work, Mr. Jones said it was time for the two to venture out to a local leather bar, that Mr. Jones wanted to show off his sub. Mr. Jones had Fred dress in his leather top, pants and boots, with a leather hood that had eye, nose and mouth holes, before strapping the leather penis gag on. Mr. Jones then pulled out a choke chain leash, like one for a dog only with larger links like a normal chain has. He said,

“This is the leash I always use when I take a sub out in public. I loop it twice around the neck, and pull it back and forth a couple of times to get it nice and tight. Around your thick leather top it won’t have any effect on your neck. Eventually you will get used to having it around your neck without any leather protection.” With that, they left, and Fred wondered about the last part of the comment.

At the bar, the two walked in to a table, and Mr. Jones told Fred to kneel on the floor next to him. There were several other patrons in the bar, and one of the others, a handsome guy dressed in leather shirt and pants, open at the collar, that Fred recognized as one of his neighbors in his apartment building, came up to Mr. Jones and said, “Another one? How many does that make?”

Mr. Jones responded, “This is my seventh.”

“How do you do it?”

“Easy. Just find someone interested, give them what they want with a little discipline, and you soon have a sub.”

“I’ve heard stories about that discipline you give, which is more than just a little.” Mr. Jones just smiled in return.

The guy continued, “I wouldn’t be able to be that harsh with another human being, but I’d sure like to have a sub like this one you’ve got here. Maybe I have to be harsh to get one.” As the guy walked away, Fred thought about the implications of this conversation.

After they returned to Fred’s apartment, Mr. Jones said, “I think it’s time you moved into my place and gave up your apartment. As you heard, I’ve got six other subs living there, and there’s room for more. But you’ll need to turn over your paycheck to me each month to cover my expenses. We’ll take care of the move tomorrow night.”

Fred had a lot to think about when he was in bed that night. On the way to work the next morning, Fred said, “Mr. Jones, I’m not going to give up my apartment and move to your place. I don’t want to live with a bunch of other guys. I value my privacy too much.”

Mr. Jones was a little taken aback by this sudden show of defiance, turning sharply to look at Fred when he said that. Mr. Jones said, “Very well. We’ll discuss it further tonight.”

(to be continued)