The Apartment part 5 Surprise

Author: spartan
Title: The Apartment, part 5 (Surprise!)
Date: 05 October 2012

Early the next morning, Mr. Jones arrived with Raoul. Mr. Jones watched as Raoul took care of the morning activities the way he had the previous two days. Then the two proceeded to release Fred from his bed, removing his gag. Mr. Jones asked Fred,

“Did you enjoy the cage?”

“Except for nothing happening during the day, yes, I enjoyed being confined in that cage.”

“Ah, but at my place you would not find it to be boring. So have I encouraged you to change your mind, so you’ll be giving up this apartment to join us?”

“No.”

“Too bad. Well, here’s the clothes you will need to wear to hide the marks.”

Fred looked at them. After taking care of his badly needed morning cleaning, which had been neglected the last few days, he put them on. The burlap underwear immediately started him itching. The top part was something that Mr. Jones had to first explain so he could get it on properly. The neck corset was open initially, and then was zipped up at the back. Fred had to bend his head forward to zip it up, putting a little effort into closing it, as it was extremely tight around his neck even before the top was ratcheted closed. The neck corset could now only be opened with Mr. Jones’ key. Then the sweater was put on, the Velcro top attached to the Velcro top of the neck corset. Fred found that, as Mr. Jones had told him, he had to keep his head rigidly up high when he had it on. The sweater sleeves were on the long side, so that they hid the marks on Fred’s wrists.

Mr. Jones asked,

“How does it feel? Is the neck part too tight?”

Fred whispered, the extra tight neck corset preventing his voice from coming out full, “You know full well that it is, but you intentionally got it made that way.”

Mr. Jones just chuckled at hearing this. Then he said,

“You may as well ride to work in Raoul’s van with the others. I think you’ll like it. It’s got some nice features. We use it not just to take our boys to and from work, but to also take them to our cabin and on long outings to special bondage events when they take their accrued vacation time. But before I leave you, today is the day that I will see that your bosses will receive the pictures. Unless you have changed your mind about giving up your apartment and moving to my place. Have you changed your mind?”

“I cannot give up this apartment.”

“Too bad. It looked like you really wanted to be kept in one of those cages. We’ll be back tonight to pick it up. But it’s your decision, and your career. In the future you might want to think back on this day and realize what you passed up and caused.”

Mr. Jones led Fred to Raoul’s van, then got into his car and drove away. Raoul led Fred into the van to one of the unoccupied seats. This part of the van had no windows and could not be seen from outside. Fred noticed a lot of straps at each seat. Raoul sat Fred down, connected straps around each of Fred’s wrists attached to the arm rests, around each of Fred’s ankles, legs, thighs, stomach, neck, mouth with penis gag, arms above the elbows, and eyes. When everyone was suitably restrained, Raoul pressed a button which caused each strap to be pulled back on everyone, keeping them taut with noticeable force. Then Raoul pressed another button which caused studs to be released from each strap in each guy’s body, except for the strap around the eyes. It produced quite a sensation in Fred, one he’d never experienced before. It made the commute to work quite a bondage event. Being in this without clothes on for the weekend transport would heighten the effect. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to ride like this for a few hundred miles.

On the freeway, Raoul took the car pool lane. Fred figured that Raoul was careful with his driving to give the police no reason to stop him, as that would take a lot of explaining.

When the van arrived at work, Raoul pushed a button which removed the studs. Then he pushed another button which released the pressure on each of the straps. As Raoul released the straps, each guy got up and walked out of the van, head held high.

Fred just went to work as normal. Shortly after he arrived, Mr. Jones came by and said,

“Now that you’ve experienced our van and clothes, I’ll give you one last chance before I turn over the pictures to your bosses. Have you changed your mind?”

“No.”

“Okay. So be it.”

About half way through the day, he was called into his boss’ office. There was his boss, his boss’ boss, the department manager, and Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones had a pleased, though puzzled, look on his face.

The department manager had the photos that Mr. Jones had taken. He held them up and said,

“I have these pictures that were given to me. They show Fred in lots of compromising positions, but don’t show who is doing this. We could trace back who provided these, but we know, because I also have a lot of pictures and recordings that were taken from the cameras and recorder that we had set up in the apartment the company had rented for Fred to stay in.”

On hearing this Mr. Jones let out an audible gasp.

The department manager continued. “Yes, Mr. Jones. Surprise! We had been concerned about some activities that had been going on, changes to some of our employees, but we didn’t know who was responsible, since the employees wouldn’t say. So we set up this enticement to see if someone would provide us with the necessary information. With the evidence we have gotten from our apartment, we have reviewed it and have decided that we no longer wish to have you working here. As of now, your employment with us is terminated. This is a termination with cause, so you will not be receiving any benefits.

With the tapes we observed how you operate, how you first give guys what they like and then start reeling them in, finally telling them that you want them to move into your place and throwing in the line that they are to turn over their paychecks to you, punishing them severely if they refuse to go along with your scheme. I must say that personally, I find your behavior disgusting. We don’t make any judgment about how people wish to live their private lives outside of work, but to manipulate people like you have been doing for your own profit is wrong. I don’t know if any laws have been broken, but we certainly do not want someone such as you working for us. And by the way, we’ve had the locks changed on our apartment. Get your things and leave.”

Mr. Jones was frowning, and gave a quizzical look at Fred as he walked out.

The department manager then turned to Fred and said,
“Fred, I’ve seen the tapes and heard the recordings. How were you able to put up with this?”

Fred whispered, still in Mr. Jones’ clothes and unable to talk fully, “It wasn’t easy, particularly the last part. But since the apartment was in the company’s name, I couldn’t give it up without giving everything away. I had to deny that, and those were the hardest punishments of all to put up with.”

“We didn’t realize what he was doing to you Thursday, Friday and over the weekend until we saw the tapes this morning, or we would have intervened earlier. For that, I apologize. Fred, this company owes you a debt for what you were willing to endure to help us find the source of this problem we had. We appreciate you being willing to come forward, letting us know about that side of you that would help us out, and would like to know what we can do to repay you for your assistance. I assume you’d first like to get out of those clothes.”

Fred had been thinking about what, if anything, the company could do for him, since he knew that the company people would be getting the week’s tapes and pictures from the apartment on Monday morning, and he figured that would precipitate action even if Mr. Jones didn’t follow through on his threat. He also realized he was going to have to make a choice about where he went from here, and how to deal with his locked chastity, locked clothes and personal belongings locked in some storage unit, not to mention the feelings that had been aroused in him. He finally said,

“I can’t think of anything suitable that the company can do. But you won’t be able to let me out of the clothes, since the most important parts are locked on. I’ll see Mr. Jones and offer to trade him his cage, other gear and clothes for being let out.”

“Well, for what you’ve done for us, you’ll always have a job here as long as I’m the department manager. We’ve still got to deal with the other company employees that are staying with Mr. Jones. They’ll need to be told of what happened and start making other arrangements.”

“Don’t assume that they will want to leave Mr. Jones. True, the threat of turning over the pictures he’s taken of them is no longer there, so they could leave any time they want to, providing they could be let out of his clothes. But they may not want to; they may want to continue staying there and enduring their bondage suffering. And remember, they are turning over their paychecks to him, so he has a nice income built up. The loss of his income here won’t affect him much unless his guys leave.”

“We’ll see. That will be up to each of them to decide. In the meantime, we’re giving you an additional month’s paid vacation to recover from this experience. When you return after the month, we’re starting a program of telecommuting, having our employees doing most of their work at home from a computer, and you’ll be the first to be doing it. If it works for you, the other employees will be doing it too. You’ll only need to come in for part of one day a week. Your boss will tell you your new work assignment after you return from your vacation. Keep the computer that we put in our apartment for you to use. Here’s the new keys to our apartment. The month’s paid vacation should give you plenty of time to move out of there and find another place. We’ve already removed our cameras and recording device, so you don’t have to worry about that. Thanks again.” With that he and all the managers stood up and shook Fred’s hand before he left the meeting.

Fred’s next task was to see Mr. Jones. Fred was not comfortable with the part he had played in this affair. He didn’t think the department manager was entirely fair in his assessment of Mr. Jones’ character. Fred hoped Mr. Jones wouldn’t be focusing his anger at him and want revenge. When he took a cab back to the apartment, he put on his leathers, packed up his clothes, gear and the ropes, put those and the computer into the cage, picked up the cage, and walked to Mr. Jones’ place. When Mr. Jones answered the door, Fred whispered,

“I’m returning your cage and gear, plus clothes if you’ll remove them from me.”

“Thank you. Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Uh, I’d like to join you, if you’ll have me.”

“I thought you might. I knew you were turned on by what you were seeing here, but couldn’t understand your stubbornness in not joining us. After I found out you couldn’t give up an apartment that wasn’t yours, and I made that a condition of you joining us, I finally understood why, and realized I wasn’t paying enough attention to what you were saying.”

“I’m sorry about your termination and your loss of income, but hopefully my paycheck will almost make up for it.”

“You’ll have to be severely punished, of course.”

“I realize that. But I had no choice – I had to do what I did.”

“I realize that. But that doesn’t excuse you from your punishment. I was hoping you would want to join us, because I’ve spent the time since I left Acme devising the most severe punishment I can think of for you. You will be punished as you saw that boy. That will be your home here for the next month when you’re not at work. And you’ll be wearing one of the 3 inch high metal collars with spikes sticking up and down to work under the neck corset, ratcheted closed extra tight. I also have some small metal rings with internal steel spikes, three of which I will be putting alongside each other up the length of your penis below the base of the punisher, which will be a metal one, not the plastic one you’ve been using. You will also be wearing a weight attached to the tit clamp chain all the time, as well as the largest butt plug I have which will be inserted when you’re not on the pole. In the morning you will, of course, be beaten immediately after being let down from the pole.

And after you’ve graduated from the pole to the small cage, these little extras will remain. How does that sound?”

As Mr. Jones was describing this, Fred’s eyes kept getting bigger and his penis was desperately trying to get hard. Fred whispered,

“It all sounds truly frightening. It will be quite a challenge to survive all that. It turns out they’ve given me a month’s vacation, so the timing would fit perfectly. If it’s what I have to endure to satisfy your anger with me so that I can join you, then so be it, since I’d made the decision to join. You are in charge. I will obey your wishes.”

Mr. Jones started laughing, and said, “Okay. You passed the test. I needed to find out your true motivations this time. Don’t just stand there shaking like a leaf with your head in the air. C’mon in. Let’s get you situated in your cage like the others.”

“In the cage? I thought I was going to be punished like you were describing.”

Mr. Jones laughed again. “You will, though not to the extent I had described. The first night of your punishment starts this Friday. You need to adjust to being in these restraints, which are pretty severe, though I was surprised at how well you were able to accept the ones you were put in without complaining, other than your complaint that I was controlling you. You also don’t want to start with the most severe bondage. You should always have something more severe to look forward to after you grow tired of what you’ve been put in. It sounds like you’re going to like it here. It sounds like you’ve turned into even more of an extreme masochistic bondage pig than my other boys.”

After they had entered Mr. Jones’ place, Fred said,

“Wait’ll you hear about the new way I’ll be doing work. After the month vacation, I only need to go in to work for part of one day each week. The rest of the time I can stay here working while in bondage. And the others will be doing the same if I’m productive working here. Nice, huh?”

“Hmm. I think I’m going to like not having to go into work anymore, but staying here to supervise. This opens up all kinds of possibilities, ideas I’ve had that I couldn’t put into practice. I could set the computer in front of your cage, loosen the chains restricting your head, and put a metal device in that small hole in your gag for you to type with by moving your head. You could put in more than the 8 hours to make up for the lessened adequacies of this versus your hands. I think we’re all going to start enjoying this change. Welcome to your new home!”

“My bosses are going to get a surprise when they find out I’ve joined you. If it wasn’t for them, I’d never have met you and had this opportunity.”

“Screw them. Let’s just think about making your life here as enjoyable as it’s been for my other boys.”

“Oh, by the way, the company is going to let them know about your dismissal, and that the threat of showing the company your pictures of them is not a threat, so they’re free to leave you.”

“What pictures? You’re the only one I ever took pictures of. My boys are here because they want to be. I just said that to try to convince you.”

“Then why did you give the company those pictures of me?”

“I figured if you lost your job, it would be harder for you to keep that apartment, and you’d be more willing to join us. I was going to see you tonight to get the cage, and try to convince you again then. I wasn’t going to give up.”

“You were always thinking of another way to get me to join. Why?”

“I could see that you very much wanted to join us, that you were someone who would fit in here and be happy here.”

“Well, it finally worked. I’m here. Let’s get started.”

The End

(Author’s note – sorry guys, but this place only exists in my imagination as something I would like to experience)