The Apartment part 4 Mr Jones tries to convince Fred

Author: spartan
Title: The Apartment, part 4 (Mr. Jones tries to convince Fred)
Date: 04 October 2012

When they returned to Fred’s apartment that night, Mr. Jones told Fred to get into his leathers, that he wanted to show him his place to help convince Fred to move in with him. Fred was curious what Mr. Jones’ place would be like. Mr. Jones cuffed Fred’s hands behind his back, put the choke chain around his neck (which was protected by the thick leather part) to be pulled by, and they left. When they entered Mr. Jones’ place, Mr. Jones introduced Fred to his partner Raoul, and they went through a locked door and down to the basement.

What Fred saw shocked him. There was a room with a bunch of small cages lining the walls. Inside five of them were guys. Each one was gagged, on his stomach, his legs pulled up behind him to have the ankles pulled through the top of the cage and cuffed outside, their wrists also pulled up behind their backs through the top of the cage and cuffed outside, their penis in a punisher, pulled back, and chained to the back of the cage, tit clamps which were pulled up and tied to the front of the cage, pulling their tits away from their bodies, their head pulled up and back as far as it would go through an opening in the top of the cage, a chain wrapped tightly around the bottom of their neck, pulled back and chained to their wrist cuffs, another chain wrapped tightly around the top of their neck, pulled back and chained to their ankle cuffs, with a 3-inch high metal collar separating the two chains with spikes sticking into the chain links both above and below keeping the chains in place. Fred recognized them as guys he worked with, guys who always wore turtle-neck sweaters to work which reached up to their chins, even on hot days. He’d always thought they were stuck up, with their noses in the air. Their backs were covered with scars, and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on them. They looked at Fred with interest, but did not speak.

Mr. Jones was proudly describing this to Fred. He said,

“Now that is real bondage. Wouldn’t you like to be in one of those cages like my boys, kept there all the time you are not working? Just imagine the feeling. We also always have an outing every weekend, usually at our cabin out in the desert. My boys are let out of their cages to get some exercise. We like to take them out for a hike chained together, with choke chains on their uncovered necks connected to each other. We keep the cuffs on their wrists behind their backs and gags in, but replace their ankle cuffs with heavier ones over their boots with connecting chain, and add a weight to their penis chain. After the hike, there are metal restraints embedded in the cabin’s walls to put them in, standing up stretched out spread eagled. The extra exercise helps build their endurance, and they appreciate being able to stand. We also have periodic parties here when all are let out and treated to some special bondage.”

Fred couldn’t take his eyes off the caged guys. As he was looking his penis was desperately trying to get hard, but couldn’t due to being locked in the chastity. Fred wanted to experience this. Mr. Jones couldn’t help but notice the gleam in Fred’s eyes as he looked, and smiled, thinking he’d convinced Fred. Raoul started pinching one of the guy’s nostrils, but Mr. Jones said, “Not now, Raoul.”

Fred said, “You said you had six others. I see five here. Where’s the sixth?”

“He’s being punished. I’ll show you.”

Mr. Jones pulled Fred into a far corner of the room where a guy was positioned. His legs were spread wide and locked to the wall. His penis was pulled forward as far as it would go. His back was locked against a metal pole at stomach and neck, keeping his body rigidly upright. His hands were cuffed to a chain which was pulled back and up strappado style as far as it would go and as far as the metal pole allowed. His face was red, he was sweating, and there were tears coming out of his eyes. He had a gag, and was constantly moaning into it. Fred’s penis was painfully hard, as much as the metal chastity would allow.

Fred noticed that Mr. Jones had a big, satisfied smile on his face as he was watching the guy.

“What did he do?”

“He talked at work about this. That is strictly forbidden. Another of the boys heard it and was duty bound to report it, lest he also be severely punished. This boy had been told he wasn’t to talk about this, but he’s fairly new here. This was his first offense, so he will only be in this for one day. He’ll be reported as too sick to work tomorrow. One full 24-hour day like this is enough to convince a boy to never do that again.”

“Are those restraints attached to the metal pole?”

“Yes. And they are ratcheted closed. What you don’t see is an attached butt plug which reaches the prostate, and the electro which is attached to the metal pole impacts all the metal attached to it. The electro is set for random jolts of a pretty good sized intensity.”

Finally Mr. Jones said it was time to return to Fred’s apartment. After they got back in, Mr. Jones told Fred to strip, and he put the Darby cuffs on his hands behind his back, strapped on the penis gag, walked him under the noose, and put the Darby cuffs on his ankles. He unlocked and took off the chastity, applied an ice cube to soften Fred’s penis, and put the punisher on. Then he put the noose around Fred’s neck and pulled the rope up until Fred was on the front halves of his feet. Fred had been expecting this treatment, since he had disobeyed Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones had told him this is what would happen if he disobeyed.

“Fred, every sub has some command that he rebels against. Everyone is different, so I never know which ones they are willing to accept and which they are not. I was surprised that having your privacy was so important to you that you were willing to be punished for it. As I’d told you, this is to be your punishment. I had not told you for how long it would be. You are to remain here like this until you decide to accept my requirement to move into my place. While you are deciding to change your mind and accept my offer, realize that this is a dangerous position to be in, and that it would be much safer to be in it at my place, because I won’t be here most of the time to help you if something should go wrong. Also realize that it is inevitable that you will give in. You may as well do it now and avoid the punishment.”

With that said, Mr. Jones left the apartment, leaving Fred to think. His penis was trying to get hard again, with the expected results from the punisher.

The next morning when Mr. Jones visited Fred’s apartment, he lowered the rope a little and asked Fred if he was now willing to give up his apartment and move in with him. Fred shook his head back and forth, meaning ‘no’. Mr. Jones said,

“Okay. I’ll tell them at work that you are sick today and will not be coming into work, and may not be well enough to come into work tomorrow either. But I’ll give you a little something extra to help you change your mind.”

With that he got a leather belt and strapped it tightly around Fred’s chest over his tit clamps before putting the rope back up. But this belt had spikes embedded in it, which Mr. Jones showed to Fred before he put it on. Fred started yelling into his gag again and started banging his cuffed hands against his back. Mr. Jones ignored this and left the apartment, locking it behind him. Fred had a difficult time making it through the day, bound like this. He had to fully concentrate on keeping still. He was finally able to make it through by shear willpower.

When Mr. Jones got to Fred’s apartment that night, he lowered the rope and again asked Fred whether he was now willing to give up his apartment and move in with him. Fred again shook his head back and forth. Mr. Jones said,

“Interesting. Severe punishment doesn’t work, and it’s too dangerous to keep you like this for much longer, so I’ll try something different.” He raised the rope back up to where it had been, and left the apartment.

A little later, Mr. Jones returned to the apartment with Raoul who had a camera. Raoul took a couple of pictures of Fred strung up like he was. He took a couple of pictures of Fred’s bed. Then Mr. Jones lowered Fred down from the noose rope and raised him up with the rope around his cuffs as he had done earlier prior to the beating. Mr. Jones put on a hood with eye holes and started beating Fred, with Raoul taking pictures. After the beatings were over, Mr. Jones again applied salt to the wounds before applying iodine. Raoul took pictures of this. Finally Mr. Jones lowered Fred, took off the belt and cuffs, and helped Fred get dressed in his leathers. Fred was too weak to even stand. The penis gag which was strapped on was also padlocked, so Fred could not say anything. After Fred was dressed, Raoul took pictures of him. Mr. Jones reapplied the Darby cuffs and took Fred over to his bed, tying him to it as he would do every night. Raoul took pictures of this. Finally, tied securely to the bed, the two left Fred in his apartment. Fred wondered what all that was about. But he was so tired, he quickly dropped off to sleep, even bound as he was.

The next morning, Mr. Jones arrived again accompanied by Raoul and his camera, and proceeded to do the normal morning ritual of cumming into Fred’s mouth. Raoul took pictures of that. After Mr. Jones removed Fred from the restraints keeping him in the bed, as well as the gag, he said,

“I’ve got pictures of you doing homosexual acts and being in leather and bondage. I use the threat of turning such pictures over to your bosses at work as encouragement for my boys to do what I want them to do. Have you changed your mind?”

Fred said, “No.”

Mr. Jones said,

“No one has ever not been swayed by that threat. Take a minute to think about the implications. I can assure you I will do what I say. Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?

“I’m sure. I won’t give up this apartment and move in with you.”

“Then I’ll try something different. Would you like to try out one of those cages?”

“Yes, I would.” “I thought you would. It’s Friday morning. I’ll tell them at work that you are sick again and will not be in until Monday. Raoul, go bring one of those spare cages up here, along with the accompanying chains. During the day I’ll keep you like I keep my boys during the week nights and see whether you like that well enough to change your mind. Raoul will stay at my place this weekend and periodically take care of you while I take the boys to our cabin.”

The cage was small enough for Raoul to get it through the door into the apartment. The two set to getting it prepared, and got Fred into the position that the others were in. Mr. Jones said,

“You haven’t been in this cage before, so your body is not yet flexible enough to be able to be pulled back as far as the others. But you still can be in the requisite position. I’ll be back after work to let you out and put you to bed. This is too severe and strenuous for you to be in for any longer than during the day. And there is still the matter of the special clothes that you will have to wear at work to hide the marks that this will leave.” With that, the two left Fred in the cage in his apartment.

Fred was experiencing a number of conflicting feelings. There was a strain on a number of his muscles that weren’t used to being in that position. In fact, most of the muscles in his body were complaining. On top of that, his penis was trying to get hard, but couldn’t because of the punisher, which was sending pain to his brain. As were his poor tits, which were being pulled out away from his body. Fred also found that the spikes from the metal collar which went into the chain links to keep them in place also went further into the underside of his chin and the top part of his chest. Fred was truly in intense bondage. He was yelling loudly, but the special penis gag, which filled almost his entire mouth, let out very little sound. He was stuck here like this during the day, likely until Monday morning.

The effect of having his neck pulled back was making it hard to swallow, as well as causing his eyes to bulge out and making it hard to breathe through his nose, as he was being choked a little. He had to force himself to calm down to breathe properly. With all the other bondage, it was not easy to force himself to calm down. After all, he was turned on by breath control. He would probably enjoy this if only that damn punisher would let him get hard without causing severe pain.

When Mr. Jones returned that evening after work accompanied by Raoul, he said,

“As promised, I will be treating you the same way I treat my boys. I brought along some liquid for you to drink which is enhanced with vitamins. You won’t like the taste, since it’s just recycled piss, but it is nourishing and you need it. It has the advantage of not producing any solid eliminations, and since you haven’t had any solid food for a couple of days, the butt plug should not need to be removed, but there will be liquid eliminations, which we will take care of in the morning. In the meantime, there is a little hole in your gag which has a plug we will remove before inserting the end of this bottle and squirt the liquid into your mouth.”

Raoul did that, and reinserted the plug back into the gag. Then the two started removing Fred from the cage, and started putting him into his leathers and cuffs to put him to bed. Fred was glad to be able to move some of his muscles that had remained in one position all day, and he was quite weak. The two left the punisher on. As they were preparing Fred before strapping on the penis gag, Mr. Jones asked, “Did you enjoy your stay in the cage?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I have to take care of getting your clothes. I have special underwear and sweater made. The underwear consists of a tight fitting long sleeve top and briefs made of reinforced burlap for special effect on you at work. Since you won’t be getting much sleep you need to be kept awake there. The sweater goes over a neck corset, which consists of leather inlaid with a series of thin steel vertical supports acting like bones curved inward between breastbone and chin to make sure that the outside wool sweater keeps its shape up to the chin, hiding the marks on your neck. I get a size which is a little tighter than skin tight. That way you can be kept in bondage at work as well, and bondage should always be tight and tighter. You will have to keep your head up high, because lowering it pushes the steel into your neck. It also has a horizontal steel overlay at the top with a Velcro covering and a built-in lock which ratchets shut, and to which I have the only key. The inside of the top neck part of the sweater also has a Velcro lining to attach it to the neck corset. My boys seem to enjoy it. Get a good sleep. You will need it. Good night, sleep tight, see you in the morning.”

Being alone, Fred hadn’t had much to occupy his mind during the day, which he expected would continue through the weekend. He figured that was one of the intentions of Mr. Jones, that if he were in a room with the others, he would be on the outing, whereas in his apartment, all was quiet. His muscles had long since given up craving for attention, and the constant pain in the cage was something he had started to get used to. He thought about what he had seen in Mr. Jones’ place with the guys in the cages, and realized he had been during the day, and would now be for the weekend, set up like they were. The thought stirred his loins again, and sent a new wave of pain from his penis in the punisher. He wondered what the lives of the other guys must be like, being kept like that for many months, going to work wearing what Mr. Jones described, then returning to his place to be kept like that during week nights, spending weekends as described, with periodic special bondage. They must truly be bondage pigs. Would he want to be one, too?

Raoul returned the next morning with a bottle for him to piss in, and in front of Fred, added some nutrients and proceeded to also piss into it before removing the small plug in the gag and squirting the contents into Fred’s mouth. Fred found it to be a foul taste, and the whole process to be disgusting, but he knew he needed the liquid and nutrients. Raoul re-inserted the gag’s plug, released him from the bed, and put him back into the cage.

After Fred was well secured in the cage, Raoul got a gleam in his eye and put his fingers tightly over Fred’s nostrils. Fred couldn’t breathe. Raoul just kept his fingers there with a big smile on his face. Pretty soon Fred’s lungs didn’t have any air in them and started panicking. Fred started thrashing around as best he could, but still Raoul kept his fingers on Fred’s nostrils, having that ever-present sadistic smile on his face. Finally Fred’s eyes started to roll up, and just before he passed out, Raoul removed his fingers. Raoul just said, “Fun”, and left the room.

It took Fred a few minutes to recover from this. That was true breath control. He wondered what other surprises were in store for him while tightly bound in this tiny cage. It was only Saturday morning.

No one came to see him during the day. That night Raoul returned and released Fred from the cage and returned him to bed as he was used to being placed. Before leaving, Raoul repeated his little “game” of pinching Fred’s nostrils until he was ready to pass out. This was the only excitement in his otherwise boring existence, other than the bondage he was in, and thinking about it. When he was awake there was nothing to do or see, other than Raoul’s “game”.

The next morning Raoul came by again as before, emptying Fred’s piss into a bottle, adding vitamins, adding his own piss, and squirting the contents into Fred through the narrow gag plug opening before re-inserting the plug. Again, Raoul released Fred from the confinement on the bed, attached him to the cage, and played his little game of putting his fingers on Fred’s nostrils until Fred would start to pass out. Raoul was able to tighten a few of the chains and pull the tit clamps out further. All of this was to Fred’s dismay. Apparently his body was adjusting to the position it was in, and the chains could be adjusted to be tighter.

As before, nothing happened for the rest of the day until Raoul returned to put him to bed. Despite being tired, Fred got very little sleep that night.

(to be continued)